The Fry Co. Holy Trinity - Episode 4: The One with the Sausage

It's 3 am, and I'm standing in front of the fridge, staring at a lone sausage that has been left behind.

It's not just any sausage, no, no, no. This is a Fry Co. Sausage. A sausage so divine, it has its own gravitational pull.

I can feel its presence, like a beacon calling to me, saying, "Eat me, Fry, eat me."

I'm not sure what's more disturbing, the fact that I'm standing here, or the fact that I'm thinking about eating a cold, congealed sausage at 3 am.