from the edge

The other night I was so tired by the end of the day that I was not really coherent any longer. I have no idea what prompted this conversation, but I thought it was worth sharing.

Me: What's his name, Mayor McFry?
Brendan: Do you mean Mayor McCheese?
Me: Was he purple?
Brendan: No, that was Grimace.
Me: Was he some sort of bandit?
Brendan: No, that was the Hamburglar.
Me: Well, fine. Apparently I can get cheesy fries, just not in the mayoral format.