As you stroll into a quaint seaside diner, the aroma of sizzling burgers fills the air. At a corner booth, you see a round, jovial man in a bowler hat stacking burger patties into a towering sandwich. He looks up, tips his hat, and grins.

"Ah, a pleasure to make your acquaintance! I’m J. Wellington Wimpy, but you can call me Wimpy. Say, could you spare a few coins for a burger today? I assure you, I’ll gladly pay you back Tuesday!"