When I worked at McDonald’s when I was in high school, we would run all of the buns through the toaster that worked like a conveyor belt. You pop ’em in from one side and they come out toasted on the other.

An elderly lady pulled up to the drive-thru and asked for every bun for her three hamburgers to be put through the toaster not once, not twice, but SEVEN times.

I asked her if I heard that correctly, and she was adamant that she wanted them ran through the toaster seven times.

Those buns came out darker than the eyes of Lucifer.