Never miss another strange story. Subscribe and hit the bell. Sit back and get comfortable. I have a few stories to share with you. Nobody in that small town ever respected Harry. But all that changed in the simple and greedy. No one ever liked Harry when he was a little fat kid on the playground or when he was an even fatter kid in high school. They certainly did not when he dropped out to go to culinary school. No one would ever believe you if you told them that they would worship him one day. No one knows where Harry went for a few years. But when he returned, he opened up a diner right in the center of town. Within a year, it was the only thing people talked about. Everyone ate there. Ask anyone and they would tell you why. Harry's Diner was the best damn food. Simple as that. It really was. People loved it. Ate it by the pound. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Harry's harries and harries. It became a concession. Some people even started setting up camp outside just so they could be the first in line for breakfast. Aries got so popular that he put the supermarket out of business. The other restaurants closed soon as well. No one was too bothered by that. Everyone who worked at those places just started eating at Harry's. That was only the beginning. People loved that food so much they would do anything for Harry. One woman traded her firstborn child for a weak free meal. Made another man kill his best friend just because he could. It wasn't long before Harry had a whole army that would do anything just for the taste of what he would cook up next. Nowadays, there's not much left of that town other than Harry's, of course. All of the homes are worn, faded. The grass grows unchecked, and trash sits out at the curb. [music] People wander the streets in haze, waiting for their next meal. [music] The town even gave Harry access to their tornado siren. Its wailing song signals the next feast. At night, the whole ruin of the town basks in the neon light from the diner sun. Harry's name proudly looking down over its subjects. A whole kingdom to call his own. He deserved it. After all, he really did have the best damn food. Simple as that. But it wasn't because of salt, pepper, or paprika. Not because of the cheats or the butter either. [bell] Not even because of the factory frozen meat he used. And there's the hammer. Nice. [music]