Novel & Cerita Mort Bob's Burgers

I looked at the menu, ready to get some grub in me but scrunched my face up when all I saw was tuna, shrimp, crab, and some other fish. “What’s wrong pretty boy?” Tobias asked, “You don’t like fish?” “No, not really, I’m more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy.” I glanced over the menu again at the breakfast choices that I hoped they were still serving. “What the fuck are grits?” Tobias laughed at me, a deep chuckle, and then reached across the table and turned my menu over. I smiled when I saw the title ‘classic burger’. Thank fuck for that. I guess I could never be a sailor, I just wasn’t into fish.

God just gave him too much charisma and good looks for his own good. The waitress brought their food. Bruce had ordered a T-Bone, a baked potato, and green beans. Margo ordered a mixed platter with fried alligator meat, broiled shrimp, and kale. The food was tasty, but she knew she would have to double up on her work out tomorrow from the fried food and beer she was drinking. As they ate, Bruce talked more about his family.

"We haven't seen this happy and original version of Brandon in a very long time. We definitely like it and I think he does too. He won't let you go." "I've heard that enough times today already," she gruffed. "Then you're heard nothing but the truth. I have never seen two people more made for each other than you two," he said with a nod and made an abrupt face. "I just barfed in my mouth." She threw her head back and laughed roguishly. "Good! Now, what is this I hear about burgers?" "Mordecai and I are going to get some. Wanna come with?" "Yes, please." She turned to the kids. "Who wants burgers?"

I agreed. We walked towards the booth. Paul and Nathan were already sitting on one side of the booth. So, Morgan and I slid in on the other side. “I am dying for a burger,” Morgan groaned. “A big…” “Piece of meat,” Paul snickered. “Grow up, Paul,” Morgan said, making a face at him. “Dutton has a…” Nathan started to say with a smirk. “Do not finish that sentence!” Morgan chastised him. “What? I was going to say, Dutton has a burger named after him here now,” Nathan stated. “God, Morgan, you are such a pervert thinking about Dutton’s dick.”

“Thanks again.” The waiter nodded and walked away. They talked about the last hurricane that hit south Florida that summer as they ate their salad. The waiter with the cart came back and cleared their dirty plates. “So, Margo, what do you do for a living?” Alec asked. “I’m an independent computer programmer,” Margo answered. “Oh,” he said with surprise. “It sounds exciting, but it’s not. I’ve tried to get her into something less boring, but she won’t listen to me,” Bobbi joked.

I said, hatching a plan to get what I want from Jake. “However, when we got to the store, the manager claimed there are no surveillance cameras in the shop so we couldn't get more information” “Burger shop?” Jane asked, looking surprised. “Yes, it's called tasty burgers. Have you been there?” “No, I haven't, have you baby?” Jane asked, turning to look at Jake who was now lost in his thoughts. “Uhm, No, no, not at all. I have never even noticed the stop” Jake said, smiling faintly.

He looked down at the table and saw she had the value burger meal in front of her and an iced coffee. “I can tell you don’t normally come here,” he observed instead of returning her greeting. “Everyone knows not to get the burgers here, they taste like cardboard when they are properly cooked- which is almost never, or they are raw in the middle. The ice machine is also full of mold. You can see it from the customer side of the counter.” The woman pushed the coffee to the side with a pout. “Why does it matter?” Leo asked daringly. “You’re not human anyway.”

I pulled into the drive-thru line, my heart still hammering. Paranoia? Maybe. But I wasn’t taking chances. The speaker crackled. “Welcome to Burger Box. What can I get you?” I barely hesitated. “Four quarter-pounders with cheese. No lettuce, no tomato, no ketchup. No bun.” A pause. “Uh... no bun?” “Correct.” “Okay, but... it’s still the same price.” “That’s fine.” I pulled forward, checking my mirrors one more time. The road behind me was clear.

They saw Joe and the two handsome doctors eating casually and didn't suspect a thing. "Nothing suspicious here," Tom noted. "Yeah. How about we head to the morgue?" Bob suggested. "The morgue? Hahaha! I served the public specifically to avoid dealing with corpses! Your idea is terrible," Tom replied. "We just need to check for neck wounds, Tom! If you're finished with lunch, let’s go," Bob said, walking straight toward the morgue. ***

Damon’s people wouldn't just be watching; they would be hovering like vultures. I nodded slowly, forcing a tight, artificial smile. "Fine. Lead the way." An hour later, I found myself on the second floor of a McDonald’s, tucked into a corner booth. Eugene Whitmore, a man worth billions, was staring at a Big Mac as if it were a strange biological specimen from another planet. "I forgot you young ones have such a strange dislike toward healthy food," he sighed, poking a french fry with a look of mild distaste. Ezra, on the other hand, was silently and efficiently demolishing a Double Quarter Pounder. I shrugged, unwrapping my own burger. "I’m sure they can make you a Caesar salad if you ask, M