The time has come to rise up against the tyranny that encroaches at our doorstep. Wing week? A whole week of wings?! Are you people mad? Has this entire city lost its collective MIND? And if I were craving a burger, I suppose you’d have me wait eleven months for the next burger week. It that it? Well that’s a fine how-do-you-do! I reject your capitalist propaganda. I am free! Six dollars, though. That’s a pretty square deal in these trying times. And I could go for a few wings about now… wait… NO! What was I thinking? You nearly had me there! But I am not a robot… I think. I haven’t done the captcha yet - hang on - Nope, not a robot. I clicked the box. A robot could not do that. Keep your vile chicken wings, Mercury! Wing week preys on the weak-willed, but I am strong, and I have beaten you, and I declare it burger week forever! Or pizza week. Dumplings, even. I’m not picky. We should probably mix it up. Some wings would sure taste great about now. Whichever you’re all in the mood for.