Smash Burgers

He bellowed so loudly in frustration that he swore he felt his rage shake the earth. The braver souls in the vicinity recoiled from the sheer force of the sound, while those less courageous fled outright. He knew it was likely in his own worst interest, and would ultimately make his evening even more difficult, but it couldn’t be helped. He was tired. And hungry. And a little worse for wear.His fingers were bloodied up to the knuckles, the result of a recent trip to the local watering hole that went horribly awry. He stumbled out at early dusk looking for a drink and something to fill that ever-expanding hole in his stomach, which had made its presence known a few hours ago with its tiny rumblings. Those rumblings grew into a ferocious roar, almost as mighty as the one he had let loose on the unsuspecting passersby. He wanted⁠—no, needed⁠—something substantial to fill his gut, preferably some red meat, though at this point he’d stoop so low as to eat even… fish.At this time of…