Nowtobusy, has Herald spied
The flutterbouncing Thwakathing?
Traipsing through the carrotpied,
And warbling a melodsing?

Herald, tis a Beemble Bum!
Wickerbasking adjunctly.
Sash a belt and stash the rum!
Comes the pontified thingy.

Beemble Bums chomp Heralds toes,
The unpacified yellybird!
And chipchop their drunken foes,
Cowdebunking ways in kurd.

So Herald, keepings watcherstrong
And don’t forget the bucklecows!
Smash the workaholic gong.
The Beemble Bum forever nows.

There’s an old saying in my village. The saying is ‘the trouble is,’ and of course it’s used in lieu of complex communication. Whenever something goes wrong in the village, the elders gather together under a very, very tall palm tree and discuss the problem. “The trouble is,” one will begin, and another will nod his head in agreement. “Yes. The trouble is.” The elders will all affirm that the trouble is, and then they’ll get up and go back to their huts, hoping that in the morning the trouble isn’t.
Now, you might be wondering just WHAT the trouble is, and I’m sorry to say that no one here has ever quite been able to figure it out. When a coconut falls on someone’s head, when a shark eats a passerby, and when a volcano causes the villagers to relocate to a less volatile landscape it’s simply said that ‘the trouble is.’
While this approach to unsettling events may seem imbecilic to some, let me assure you that this system has helped us adjust to the difficulties in life. We sometimes hear that other villages try to find the cause of their troubles, but really we don’t have the time for such measures. While other men, women and children scurry about wondering why things happen, we are free to spend time perfecting our hammocks and eating our prisoners.
The next time a coconut falls on your head, the next time a shark eats you or a volcano forces you to pack in a hurry, just remember that in the grand scheme of things, who cares why it happened? Your elders will sit under the very, very tall palm tree and assure each other that ‘the trouble is,’ so feel free to take a relaxing nap in your hammock before eating a prisoner or two.
And remember, all that nonsense about the ‘wheel’ is just silly European gibberish.

McDonald's online adds are intrusive and irritating for several reasons.
First, suppose you're exploring a beautiful piece of music, or listening to some form of radio drama, when out of nowhere you hear a slurping or chewing sound, followed by a moan of contentment.
Second, moans of contentment are already easy enough to find on the internet or in one's own home without McDonald's help.
Thirdly, such adds promote the view that subtitles are needed for every sort of vocalization there is. With so many different types of moaning available (from 'That's a nice soda' to 'That's a nice blow-job,') It's no wonder that subtitles are being appointed to give them in all their splendor to the deaf.
Conclusion, McDonald's has added to the stereotype that online adds should have sound and feature some sort of moaning. Please tell Ronald that next time he wants to communicate the value of his latest confection, Wile. E. Coyote is available to hold up signs and smile.