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| - In the ancient world, there were many names for Dave. The Greeks called him Zeus; the Romans called him Jupiter. He was the lord of the gods, creator of really good beef, and patron god of baked potatoes and chili. His smiling visage adorned many public buildings. The ornate early Wendy’s restaurants (or “temples” as the Greeks and Romans called them) were staffed by such legendary associates as Hercules, Athena, Apollo, Mercury, Poseidon, Mars, and Zorba The Greek. Their advertising campaigns were crude but effective; inscriptions found on the Parthenon read, “Titans eat free,” and “Biggie-size it, or we’ll cause giant monsters to come forth from the sea and devour your relatives!” Comparatively upbeat inscriptions found by Vatican archeologists in the Roman catacombs reassure the customer, “We’ll always do it Jupiter’s way.” On a somewhat related note, records indicate Wendy’s also handled concessions at the Colosseum. Greek and Roman legends illustrate Dave’s power. For instance, a story tells of the great Trojan hero Aeneas, trying to sail from Sicily to Italy but blown all the way to Carthage by a bad storm. Severely battered by the storm and nearly frozen, Aeneas and his crew found their way to a Wendy’s franchise. Attempting to order, all they could manage was unintelligible gibberish because their teeth were chattering so badly. “I can’t understand you,” admitted a frustrated Wendy’s cashier named Dido. “Baked potato with chives,” said Dave, correctly interpreting Aeneas’ babble. The crew was fed, the day was saved, and Rome was founded as a direct result. Drama was also influenced by the people’s love for Dave. The noted Greek tragedian Sophocles wrote a play in which King Creon of Thebes, a harsh and cruel tyrant, (who, most scholars believe, represents McDonalds) refuses to allow his niece Antigone to bury her brother. In the end, pretty much everybody dies, but the blind prophet Tiresias goes to Wendy’s and lives happily ever after.
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