In a land before time, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, there was a hero born. His name was whispered in hushed tones, his deeds in awe.
This was the Greasy One, a warrior of the kitchen, a master of the fryer, a sultan of the skillet. His armor was a suit of black, his shield a plate of steel, his sword a spatula, forged in the fires of a thousand midnights.
He fought against the Dark Sauce, a legion of saucy minions, and emerged victorious, with a plate of fries that would make the gods weep with envy.
His legend lived on, in the annals of history, as the greatest of all time, a hero of the kitchen, a king of the grill.
But his story is not just one of triumph, for the Greasy One had a nemesis, a foe most foul, the dreaded Dry One.
Read on, and discover the epic tale of the Greasy One, and the battle that shook the very foundations of the culinary world.