McDonald's: my first mistake.
Then further, the consumption of it [of its products, not the establishment (McDonald's, not the government)] despite my reconsiderations.
I opened the box to reveal ten chicken nuggets, so they call them, all of which appeared to be reasonably prepared with a side of tangy barbeque sauce, which then prompted me to consider the denotation of the word "tangy," but I carried on. Then was the observation of two particular nuggets that seemed attached at the sides by a mysterious force, perhaps called "cooking," by a most minute area of the surface. I was intrigued, though more intrigued by the prospect of eating them, so I did.
Do I dare disturb the universe?