Let me tell you a story.

Once I went to a luxurious restaurant. Pretty waitress gave me a menu, and suddenly my eyes met with a $59.99 "American Burger" line in the description. Sometimes you have to roll the hard six, so I asked the girl to bring me this triumph of the world cuisine and some diet pepsi to wash it down. Twenty minutes later I was on a charter-flight to heaven! The dish was exquisite! Well done, equally entertaining and intriguing, with a slight hint of satire on all the surrounding insanities. Even postmodern pickles were in! What a delight!

I didn't have any mental powers left to count a proper tip, so I just left the whole wallet to the angel that brought me this nectar of our time and headed towards the exit, light-headed and satisfied. But this very evening, when my stomach exploded into a million pieces and no trace was left of the past pleasures, a saddening thought visited my agonizing brain: perhaps, even a burger skillfully cooked, is still a burger nevertheless.

Oh, how does all this correlate with GTA V? No idea.