John Arby, King of Arby's here.
Now, now, don't go getting all shocked about it. Sure, we know instance Arby-MACK can use proper grammar, but me doing it? Just doesn't seem right, does it?
Let's get to the grill and serve up the meat of things.
When we first came here after closing down our Twitter location, we had some big ideas; hell, we even acted on them. We started serving up the thought of beef. We damn near ran over every cow on heaven and Earth just to keep the good times going. And just like how we delivered a steamy, delicious surprise to you every day, Cohost delivered some steamy surprises right back.
The opportunities to write, even if we weren't at our best. The opportunities to learn. The opportunities to meet some of the best customers we've ever had - the brightest, the boldest, the rootin' and tootin-est. Sure, none of you paid with money, but the art, the literature, and all those weird lil fellas running around going 'wehehehehe!' in line was good enough for us.
We could keep carrying on, but we're gonna hang up our hat at this one. Cohost is closing, and the last Arby's is going down with the ship. Sometimes it's good to know when to call it quits, y'know? Even we know that, and we've been piling those cows into our patented mass-extinctionators for damn near a decade now.
...Never did manage to stop those fuckos in MTF "It's Brown," though.
That's all for us.
I'm John Arby.