Mort From Bob's Burgers Novels & Stories

Bob then saw Jamie's corpse on the ground. "Jamie!" Bob was a seasoned veteran who would not flinch even if a mountain collapse right in front of him. However, the moment when he saw his favorite grandson's corpse, he roared in agony. Jamie's corpse had all it's limbs broken, and his face had sank inwards. He was barely recognizable, he no longer look a human. Bob Miller's blood pressure shot up, and the man nearly cough up blood. After an immense amount of effort, hey suppress his rage and question in an icy tone. "Who did this?"

Two huge puncture marks stared back at him. Must be wild dogs “I somehow think, if I can be so bold John, that it wasn’t any type of animal” “Shit Bob, if it wasn’t them, then what the hell is it? This is the fourth death this week, the public are starting to sit up and notice. Especially these weirdo cults, who now think that the end is nigh, its 2021 for Christ sakes!” Bob stared waiting in silence “It can’t be animals”

It added to the sophisticated ambiance of the dimmed lights. “Name your poison, boys,” Margo said as she lined up liquor bottles on the island. “I would love a beer. American beer,” Bruce said. “I got Bud Light,” Margo offered. “That’ll work. And don’t put it in a fancy glass. I’m drinking it right out of the bottle,” Bruce said proudly as he put his arm around Bobbi’s shoulder. “Alec?” “Rum and Coke, if you have it.” “I do.” Bobbi was already sipping on a glass of champagne.

Grace, under the gaze of the crowd, dialed a number, "Hello, Bobby? This is Mrs. Morgan… Yes, I’m in a bit of trouble. Could you lend me some money?" Bobby was Logan’s student. After Logan joined Taylor Corporation, Bobby became his assistant. Grace had always been kind to Bobby, so she hoped he would lend some money. However, Bobby’s response was unexpected. He politely but firmly refused, "I’m sorry, Mrs. Morgan. Mr. Morgan has instructed us not to give you any money." Grace’s heart sank, "When did he say that?" "Just now," Bobby replied. "You’re at Times Square, right? Someone is live-streaming your situation. Because of you, Mr. Morgan’s reputation has plummeted. He’s determined to draw

Life was good, or at least it was until that moment. While I was buttering the bread, I turned on the television to listen to the news. I wasn't too interested at first, I just left the volume low while I moved the pans. But then, the words “prison” and “father” began to stand out from the crowd of everyday news stories. I frowned, not wanting to believe what I was hearing. “It appears that famous businessman and philanthropist, Bruce Morton, of Morton Companies, was arrested this morning on charges of fraud and money laundering,” the host said, and my heart sank. What was happening? My father?

Bob expressed his disbelief instantly when he saw Harlan was already in the pink of health after being close to death a moment ago. He looked toward Kayson with admiration, respect, and fear. Bob was still standing there anxiously without the courage to speak when Kayson and Noella left the room. Kayson considered for a moment and asked, “Who are you working for?” “I work for Eden Joy, Mr. Yarde.” Kayson was puzzled. “Eden Joy?” Noella exclaimed, “Eden Joy! Is it that old-school restaurant in Northcity?” Bob nodded and said respectfully, “That’s right, Ms. Whitman.”

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.”

Robert watched his private investigator devour his lunch; two extra large burgers and a bottle of coke. He munched on the burger like a man who hadn’t eaten in days, groaning in pleasure at the sweet taste of the beef. He had called Robert earlier in the day to inform him that he found what he’s been seeking. When Robert decided he was tired of watching the disturbing show in front of him, he cleared his throat lousily causing the man to, after five minutes, take his eyes off his food. Robert only rolled his eyes, sipping from his glass of cocktail. “What is the name?” he asked impatiently.

But something tells me that everyone here is pretending to be something other than what they really are. Half an hour later, Vince leaves the check on the table as he buses our plates. "You folks have a good night. If you liked the food, be sure to leave a review on Yelp. I'm sure our boss would love it." Mercy calls out from the bar, "Drinks on the house. I insist." "You do have the best burgers in town." Mikhail ignores her and drops his card on the table. "Not a lot of places left in the city that still serve them bloody and rare anymore. Consider this a gift to the owner."

(Bo) Shocked with the sudden death of his friend, Bo who only able to snapped out from his drunks, grab Richie body as he tried to shouts towards the other guards, he saw something horrified. All 10 of the guards on the wall and on top the watch tower falls, all their heads were exploded by a spark of light, no sound, no trace out of nowhere his fellows friend was dead. Bob watches as one by one falls silently, before he realize that he was the only one left as he opened his mouth, he felt something went through his mouth. Not even a chance to ponder on what's going on, his existence was reduce to nothing.