We thank thee, our gods for this blessed feast
Let us dine upon our golden brown pre-fried potato slices.
And let us dine upon our dinosaur-shaped cuts of chicken-flavored chicken substitute.
Deliver us from our boredom-induced hunger,
And may our microwaves not render thine centers still frozen.
For this meal we thank our gods: Agkagk, Gronthaw, and Kurt Russel.
Blessed be us for thy presence.