The Cult Of Stacy Welcomes You

Our Stacy, who art in chip shop,
fatty be thy name;
thy diabetes come;
thy lipo be done;
in Maccies as it is in Wendies.
Give us this day our fried chicken.
Bless the colonel,
and all those who've dined before him.
And lead us into temptation;
but deliver us our food.
For thine is the kingdom,
the carbs and the protien,
for ever and ever and ever.
Nom.