Settle down in the back, there, beef queefs. John Arby here, King of Arby's. It's been a while since we talked. Truth be told, I've been impressed by the progress we're making. Everywhere I look there's evidence of beeves left in shambles by hungry hordes, of which I hope you're a part. That's right! Zombies? The shambolic future of feeding? They've got one thing right. Find the thing you want to bite and go to town on it. Don't let the damn thing tell you otherwise. Bite, friends. Bite until that beef stops complaining. You can do it. Hang on tight. I'm John Arby.