Together they stand, ranks of people. From all walks of life they come, of all races and creeds. For some, this is a regular destination; for others, it is a strange place, a haven of the unknown.

Regardless of personal differences, all stand together, forming rough lines and slowly shuffling forwards. Reaching the front of their line, they raise their eyes and study the words and images inscribed above them. They begin, slowly, to speak.

The words come hesitantly, taking a while to form within their brains, but they manage to stumble through their brief piece, pay their offering and receive their reward. Heads bowed, they move off through the crowds, knowing that once again they have completed their daily ritual.

Such is the scene at the temple of McDonald.