A tall sleek man stands in he window over looking 12th st Detroit. His name was frizzlefry he had lost it all everything he he ever knew the other day. 17:00 the sun knicks the horizon as frizzle and gang are on patrol

Frizzle: damn I could use some French frys.

Damien: you could try that new restaurant that just opened the other day what they call it McDonald’s?

Damien was a short and stout figure being frizzle’s right hand man he had to keep track of all things fry’s and basketball. Their was none other frizzle trusted more then Damien. Smackin Dan on the other hand kept track of all thing flavor and was frizzle’a left hand.

Smackin Dan: I tried that place yesterday they taste amazing I heard they cook in on real beef grease!

Frizzle: and you didn’t tell me about it! This is why you can never replace Damien!

the crew headed towards McDonald’s ordered and sat to eat.

Frizzle: damn these are the best fries in the world!

Frizzle  jumped on top of a table and was yelling for all to hear when a man drew his gun and fired to bullets at frizzlebut  Smackin dan was in the way. The bullets went right through his head as Damien removed frizzle from the table. Frizzle and Damien make an escape back to their hq.

frizzle: men come on out some one shot Smackin dan were going for revenge!

damien: I don’t hear nothing boss.

their hq was empty except for a few corpses of their companions. They decided to retreat to frizzle secret mansion.

Frizzle: damn it what the hell happend!

damien: idk boss we need to get revenge for our boys.

frizzle: what i need some damn fries!

damien: I’ll go get you some but try to calm down before  I get back go watch some tv.

Frizzle watches the news to gather clues. When he sees Damien on tv shot dead at a local fry shop.he was frazzled dazed just starring at the window for his last friend to come back.

"For anyone confused about what's going on don't be. This is just a metaphor. FrizzleFry wants to find some fries? He wants to find himself. I think if we are all being honest we all want to find ourselves. I recently found I liked the instant ruthless aggression I felt the second I donned a sports Jersey. It made me so angry that during my last chess game I FLIPPED the table over with frightening speed. The Queen is still missing. The Horse lost his head (Chicagoans rejoice).

I only hope when he finds himself he finds he has a soft and fluffy interior, rather than a shriveled dried up husk. FrizzleFry I'm routing for you fella. Come home to Vegas"