Robble Robble Deprivation

So Oliver and I tend to roll along from day to day, doing our normal everyday things. Enough of these regular days pass and I start to believe that we're remarkably similar people. I start to take things for granted, start to assume that he knows all the things that I know. Then one night I sit down to dinner with him and talk about the Hammurderer.

A: Yeah, a few years back The Onion did a piece on McDonalds' new McDonaldland characters. One was named the Hammurderer, and his catchphrase was "stabble stabble stabble".

Waits for laughter

A: You know, like the Hamburglar? Robble robble cheesburger?

O: blank stare

A: And they did a spoof on Grimace? They called it the Grapist? 'Cause Grimace is purple?... trails off

O: blank stare

A: Who are you?

Wow. Talk about a shock. I mean, who doesn't know the McDonaldland characters? (answer: Oliver) I guess I always assumed that when McDonalds took over the world, the Fry Guys came along for the ride. I guess they never made it to Germany. It's a shame, really. What sort of childhood do you have if you never get the chance to toss aside your happy meal wrappers and run around inside a giant metal Mayor McCheese?


Other things Oliver has no prior knowledge of:

He did however, know all about this guy:

Zing!