Fromage was the quest item he had been assigned.
Unclear as to which clump of incubated coagulated milk slurry he needed,
Neil began inspecting, poking, and smelling the cornucopia of options in front of him.
Keeping track of how each interacted with his senses to see what gave the largest stimulus
You never should have sent a lactose-intolerant art major for the task, but there he was…
Putting his weight behind the attempt to be successful was all the difference.
Of course, there were problems with that.
Underestimating the adverse reactions to such a record-breaking performance
Not recognizing that his Adonis body was purposely built with potato chips and chocolate
Doesn’t matter, though, when you’re the cannonball champion of Quinn’s Pond.
Of course I’ll only eat a single chocolate chip cookie.
No need for more, I just want a little taste.
Everyone knows what happened next, so yeah, the real number was something like fifty-two.
Fountains of chocolate flowed just inches from his face.
It made him want to strip down and dive in.
Loving the idea of heavenly chocolate coating him.
Leaving him so sad that he ate all the bread already, leaving him no room.
Dunking his chip into the yummy sour cream concoction
It snapped in half, leaving him with a dry fried potato in his hand.
Popping it into his mouth, he looked around before inserting his tongue after the good stuff.
Putting the crispy layers of butter and sugar in his mouth.
And feeling it melt on his tongue, he let out a low moan.
Soooooo good!
The problem was he was diabetic and knew what he was doing to his body.
Reaching for another, he banished those thoughts.
You only lived once, and maybe science would figure out the whole artificial pancreas soon.
He looked at all the food he had on his plate.
Until that moment, he had wanted more of everything.
Now he felt nauseated.
Granted, he couldn’t just put the food back. That would be rude.
Everyone would want to know why he did such a selfish thing in the first place.
Realizing he was in a no-win situation, he sat down and forced everything down, hoping it stayed there.
Reaching for the bottle and pouring out a healthy shot
Under the full moon on a tropical beach
Maybe this summons the spirit of a legendary pirate, or at least a wannabe one who can dance
Needing to think, he began to walk
Oblivious to his surroundings, focused on the problem at hand
Only issue was that the lack of focus on location added to the conundrum
Deliberating and musing everything over and over again
Left him standing on the train tracks not noticing the train when he finally solved it
Even as the light faded from his eyes, he smiled knowing how many lashes it would take with a wet…
Being forced to sit and listen to their inane chatter almost made steam come out of her ears
Of all the places on Earth she could be, here she was wanting to scream for release
It took all her self-control not to just explode
Looking at her face, though, you could see her face turn a brighter red than a lobster left too long at a…
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