It is the Broodwich, forged in darkness from wheat harvested in Hell's half-acre, baked by Beelzebub, slathered with mayonnaise beaten from the evil eggs of dark chicken forced into sauce by the hands of a one-eyed madman, cheese boiled from the rancid teat of a fanged cow, layered with six-hundred and sixty-six separate meats from an animal which has maggots for blood!
*The Broodwich does not have bacon due to the fact that there are simply no swine evil enough to sacrifice upon the bed of evil... and lettuce... bed of evil and lettuce.
If you eat The Broodwich in its entirety, you will be banished to a realm where unhappily married demons talk about their bitchy wives and then try to hack you with an axe. If you don't like sun-dried tomatoes but do like temporary exile to unimaginably horrific dimensions, then The Broodwich is for you.
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