If that magic tray ever falls into mortal hands, billions will die. Ronald the Keeper of Oblivion, Ronald the Massacre Paused to Reflect. That which cannot be sealed up, but must never be released.
The more McDonalds he had eaten, the more he felt some embryonic organ forming inside his brain, both an eye and a mouth at the same time. an all-seeing eye constantly peering, a mouth that's lips shift within his cranium, constantly whispering, and the sensation of a tongue exploring the folds of his brain, probing among them. He felt compelled more and more to mouth aloud these whispered secrets soaking into his cerebellum but he could not. He must not.
A paper cup nose? Tray hat? Magic belt product dispensing belt? I actually wish this design would come back. We need that light hearted, almost self-aware cynical vibe for today's company mascots.