Burger Ball Soldiers

When I arrived at work today my boss told me I had a new job and from then on I would be known as Pasta King which sounded like to important of a title for me so I knew I was in way over my head. He led me to a machine that was labled IMPASTA and I instantly thought this is not the real machine it's an impasta. I thought about saying that to my boss but I figured I spare him the bad joke and me the awkward silence. He went on to tell me I would be making fettichini noodles and all I had to do was break them off when they were about a foot long. He turned on the machine walked away and left me and the IMPASTA alone for some personal time. The noodles came out very slowly and reminded me of the dangling things in automatic carwashes. They were bunching up so I streched them out they were surprisingly warm and It felt like my fingers were in a little carwash. For some reason I liked the feeling and one of my coworkers must have noticed because he said "You don't have to touch th that much." To which I replied "I know" and went back to touching them I could tell he gave me a weird look. When I was all done with the IMPASTA I had to start rolling balls of meat for hamburgers. So I started rolling the balls and lining them up on a pan. After I was finished a few lines I looked at the balls they looked like little meat soldiers ready for battle. Then I thought about how they were going to get smashed into burgers and devoured. They were going to lose the battle and I got really disapionted with them and even angry. Each ball I made after that I cursed at in my head telling each one how much of a loser they were. As I thought deeper I realized that these burger balls have been losing all there lives. They started out as cows destined to die. Then they were slabs of meat thrown into a grinder. Now they are burger balls about to be smashed, grilled, and eaten. LOSERS all they're lives. But then my thoughts change I thought hey maybe one of these burgers will give someone food piosoning then they would finaly win the battle they were destined to lose. I began to have some pride in these little burger balls and I started giving the balls an encouraging speach I felt like William Wallace leading my small group of underdogs into battle. I started my speach telling each one of them "We may be small but we will come out victorious for if even just one of us I succesful in battle we all are succesful so go forth my little burger friends and never give up we will be victorious! WE WILL CONCOUR!!!" I started smashing the balls but the sound of the pan smashing the balls did not sound like another loss but a new beginning. I finished up my work, put the burgers in the fridge, and realized I really had become a King.