Mort From Bob's Burgers Novels & Stories

"Maeve?!" "Fucking shit! That hurt!" Bob swears to the right of me, and I watch him stand up, entirely unscathed as if the bomb never happened. Some bruises are covering his skin, but nothing too serious. He stares down at me. "Shit, are you okay?! I knew Marcus was a sick bastard, but I didn't expect him to commit suicide. Fucking suicide-bomber hybrid." I meet his eyes, feeling disheartened that it Bob I found instead of Maeve. "I'm fine, but Maeve..."

(it had run out distressingly early) "I did hold some back the burgers tonight." A cheer began, but then we all heard Bob's voice. "Wait! You held back bacon? I held back bacon too! I guess we all get double bacon burgers tonight!" The cheer got much louder. No wonder the bacon had run out so fast that morning. The night went great. The burgers were good and the bacon plentiful. Campfire was amazing. I love singing together in the dark. But I knew it was to be my very last time, and I... well, I cried a little in the dark.

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?"

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?

“Cheese-Burger.” Those two words broke the tension. Ten minutes later, Dad pulled into the lot of Blaise’s favorite burger shack. The neon buzzed faintly above the windows, and for a moment, it felt like nothing had changed. Dad ordered enough food to feed a small army—burgers stacked in wax paper, greasy fries, thick milkshakes. We ate right there in the Hummer, laughter echoing like we hadn’t done in forever. Blaise’s first bite of a burger was slow, reverent. He closed his eyes. “Better,” he murmured.

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'm not in the mood for answer and question session. Daniela dished the food out and we soon started eating. "Taste nice" "Thanks" A notification dinged on my phone and I clicked on it. FAMOUS BUSINESS MOGUL DARRELL BINGWEN VOMITS AFTER A RIDE IN A ROLLERCOASTER

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.