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# Breakfast- Cereal of champions

By: mothpone on Feb 18th, 2014 | syntax: None | size: 1.88 KB | hits: 49 | expires: Never
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1. >You haven't been feeling well, lately.
2. >You don't really feel sick, just... not well?
3. >Wheaties are good for you, right? Maybe that'll fix it.
4. >And that's the story of how you're currently eating Wheaties next to your moth-mate.
5. >Critics raved about it.
6. >It was given tens all across the board.
7. >You became a billionaire in the first week alone.
8. >...
9. >You wish...
10. >The Wheaties taste good, at least.
11. >It is the Breakfast Cereal of Champions, after all.
12. >If you eat this cereal every day for the rest of your life, you'll totally look like that pony athlete on the front of the box you've never heard of.
13. >Most definitely.
14. >You roll your eyes and continue eating.
15. >When you bite down on another spoonful, you notice a weird texture.
16. >... Is...
17. >Is that a hair?
18. >You slowly open your mouth and take out the obstruction.
19. >It's most certainly a hair, but who's hair is it?
20. >Or, was.
21. >Whatever.
22. >You examine the hair carefully.
23. >... You then turn to face your moth-mate.
24. >She's looking back at you with a flat expression.
25. >...
26. "Hey, uh..." You are really good at talking to her. "How did one of your hairs get in the Wheaties?"
27. >Her expression doesn't change.
28. >"I don't know."
29. "But... you're all the way over there; you were never close to the bowl..."
30. >The hair is hers, you know it. It's exactly like one of the spiky parts next to one of the curly parts.
31. >You now marvel in how odd her mane is.
32. >Is her tail similar?
33. >...
34. >Don't look, she'll kill you.
35. >You resist looking at her tail.
36. >Unfortunately, your questions remain unanswered.
37. >The big question is "How did this hair get here?"
38. >With a few minor questions about her appearance.
39. >"Does it matter?"
40. >You're broken from your trance.
41. >... Come to think of it, it probably doesn't matter.
42. "N-no, I guess not..."
43. >You fling the hair away from you, meaning it went a foot at most, and continue eating your Breakfast Cereal of Champions.

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>You haven't been feeling well, lately. >You don't really feel sick, just... not well? >Wheaties are good for you, right? Maybe that'll fix it. >And that's the story of how you're currently eating Wheaties next to your moth-mate. >Critics raved about it. >It was given tens all across the board. >You became a billionaire in the first week alone. >... >You wish... >The Wheaties taste good, at least. >It is the Breakfast Cereal of Champions, after all. >If you eat this cereal every day for the rest of your life, you'll totally look like that pony athlete on the front of the box you've never heard of. >Most definitely. >You roll your eyes and continue eating. >When you bite down on another spoonful, you notice a weird texture. >... Is... >Is that a hair? >You slowly open your mouth and take out the obstruction. >It's most certainly a hair, but who's hair is it? >Or, was. >Whatever. >You examine the hair carefully. >... You then turn to face your moth-mate. >She's looking back at you with a flat expression. >... "Hey, uh..." You are really good at talking to her. "How did one of your hairs get in the Wheaties?" >Her expression doesn't change. >"I don't know." "But... you're all the way over there; you were never close to the bowl..." >The hair is hers, you know it. It's exactly like one of the spiky parts next to one of the curly parts. >You now marvel in how odd her mane is. >Is her tail similar? >... >Don't look, she'll kill you. >You resist looking at her tail. >Unfortunately, your questions remain unanswered. >The big question is "How did this hair get here?" >With a few minor questions about her appearance. >"Does it matter?" >You're broken from your trance. >... Come to think of it, it probably doesn't matter. "N-no, I guess not..." >You fling the hair away from you, meaning it went a foot at most, and continue eating your Breakfast Cereal of Champions.