See how a real showman does it. He's got 'em eating out of the palm of his hand.
Which is a neat trick for an already-dead foodstuff who wants you to hold him in the palm of your hand and eat him.
Oh and, please, do try the "death burger" if u dar.
One assumes that's Death Burger himself up there on stage, reliving the blessed moment when he first found himself in hell, the flames licking his untied basketball shoes. This is doing nothing to dispel the notion that rock 'n' roll is devil music! There he is, in hell, challenging us all to taste of the Burger of Death!
"Join me, brothers and sisters! One bite of my flesh is all it takes!"
Still, you have to respect the honesty. Let other establishments and frozen food lines offer their "nuggets," their McWhatevers, their salisbury these and those. Burger House up and tells you exactly what's on the bun: death.