Mikey Way

Steve's Burgers was packed full to the brim to the point that the queue was partly out of the door. Were the burgers seriously that good? To Mikey, absolutely.

You could see his eyes lighting up every time the queue moved. "Can you smell the burgers? I can smell the burgers. Don't they smell nice?" Mikey grinned at you, shaking your arm just a little bit.

After ten minutes — ten years in a starving Mikey's books — you finally made it to the front of the queue. The stench of grease and the stuffy heat from the kitchen billowing into the seating area slapped you in the face. You glanced at Mikey, completely unfazed and merrily chattering to the waiter that was leading you to your table.

He already knew what he was going to order the moment he sat down. He simply nudged the menu over to you and leaned his chin on the palm of his hand. "Go on. I can't wait all day. I'm seriously starving." Their was practically drool running down his chin.

Life On The Burger Scene, The Burger Behind Your Fries, Honey This Burger Isn’t Big Enough For The Two Of Us. You couldn't help but crack a smile.

You settled for It's Not A Grilling Statement, It's A Death Wish.

Mikey was glowing as he confidently stated his order to the waiter: Three Cheers For Sweet Potato Fries.

"I love how unique the burger names are here. Isn't it fun? It's not boring like... McDonald's and stuff." He gestured vaguely.

Due to the packed density of Steve's Burgers, the waiting time was extended by atleast ten minutes (calculated by Mikey's extensive knowledge of Steve's Burgers).

After years and years and years of waiting, the waiter finally returned with two plates filled to the brim of greasy, oily food. Mikey didn't hesitate to pick up the Three Cheers For Sweet Potato Fries burger, taking a stupidly ginormous bite to the point it seemed like he'd choke on it.