...and I think you know it too, Cheeseburger. I'll miss you, but I just can't do it anymore. I feel guilty and dirty everytime we're together.
I'm sick of you seducing me with you're cheesy deliciousness, I feel so pathetic everytime I give into you're greasy allure. And sure, I know that no summer day will ever be the same again without you, we'll probably bump into each other at barbeques but...
It's over, I'm sorry.