He likes those gross assed, greasy as fuck fries from Wendy's. I think his tastebuds are dead, like the babies he probably eats whilst I slumber, as he, a savage ghoul, a shambling horror let loose on the night, prowls for innocent flesh & garbage food. I, on the other hand, prefer crispy, acceptable amount of artery clogging oils laden fries from the GOOD Wendy's one town over. Because I'm an intellectual. Discuss.