The days of living under the tyrannical monarchy of the Burger King are numbered. His chicken fries alone prop up his greasy, sticky floored domain. The ring of the Taco Bell reverberates in the heart of every peace loving soul in BK's crumbling realm.

The theocratic oligarchs behind the malignant reach of Chick Fil A's hegemony may have crossed a bridge too far by constructing their colonial outpost on the fringes of North Platte. Yes the natives crave your civilization; do not posture them to man your citadel then leave them to their devices. You're good at making breaded chicken, you're bad at empire. Whether your faith or you hubris causes you to be closed on Sundays is between y0u and god. But between you and I, you're [SPOILER ALERT}B-tier.