You are What You Eat

I think Dayalets was a book that was supposed to educate simpletons like you and me about the pitfalls of an unbalanced diet. Burger Bill, the fellow you see above, is supposed to be one such example of someone whose intake consists of nothing but burgers and fries. Note his satisfied expression as he scoops mustard from a jar.

Here, for example, we learn that Hamburger William is devoid of vitamins, because he lives only on mustard. His pickle eyes impart no nutrition; neither his lettuce hair nor his Ripples earlobes or hideous fleshless onion teeth contain sufficient vitamins to keep him hale. But why should he worry? He’s dead. He’s gone to hell. Demons have peeled off his skin and replaced it with the cracked, glazed crust of ancient bread, jammed potato chips into his head and rammed a ketchup bottle up the gaping, bloody hole left when they ripped off his spinal cord.

Run For Your Lives - It's the Undead Vitamin Mascots They Call... Dayalets

And there's many more amusing mascots like these. Let me state, though, that Burger Bill looks like one crazy guy. I mean, you got to be a daredevil if you're eating mustard from a jar! There's nothing that says "life of the party" better than burgers, fries, and just a little bit of hooliganism. Look at Burger Bill. Not only is he all those things, he's made of meat.

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