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"Death of a Nugget"

  The night was cold as I sat in my room. I was alone and unaware of the horrors that lay before me as my stomach rumbled. It wasn't enough that I felt it but I could hear it gurgling through my headphones. The sound alone almost made me jump.

Glancing down at my watch, I realized it was 9pm. Had I really been hooked on this game for that long? It was only 5:30 a few moments ago.

As the hunger bore a hole through my stomach, I realized I needed to stand from my chair and stretch my legs. Upon standing, my legs felt like rubber. I stretched my legs and my back as I released a groan. I let far too much time get away from me. I needed to get out and get some fresh air. I threw on some socks and some shoes and walked out the door. As I walked down the stairwell, I patted my pockets. Did i just lock the door without taking my keys? Thankfully They were there. However, my keys and wallet were the only things on me. I must have left my phone on the desk. That didn't matter much. I was only planning to be out for a few minutes.

I only meant to head across the street and grab some food. I was fortunate enough to live right down the road from the local burger place. And those fries were calling my name.

I walked through the door as the smell of fresh fries floated through the air, forcing my stomach into making sounds that made my stomach want to crawl out of me and eat everything in the building. I got a weird visual when I imagined that, so I forced it out of my head just in time to be standing before the cashier, the bags darkening under his eyes. The guy looked like he hadn't slept in days.

As I ordered my food, I heard angered groaning from the back of the restaraunt. They must not have liked what I asked for. I didn't think extra extra extra pickles on my burger was too much to ask, but if those guys flipping burgers cant handle a few extra pickles, they must not have a strong burger presence.

Soon enough, my order was called. I picked up the food and headed out. I couldn't wait to dig in. It smelt so good. I could practically hear the grease dripping off the burger.

I raced back home across the street and locked the door behind me. I sat the food on the table and opened up the bag to see the deliciousness that was inside. To my horror... The bag was filled to the brim with chicken nuggets.

I staggered back in shock. Someone had sabatoged my food. I didn't know what to think. My heart was pounding against my chest as I sunk to the floor. There were so many nuggets. So many!

That's when I heard a knock at my door. I was far too into shock to realize the pounding on the door was growing louder, more enraged. I heard an angry voice hollering at me from the other side of the door. "OPEN UP!! I KNOW WHATS IN THAT BAG!! YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT!!"

I climbed to my feet and grabbed the bag. I walked to the door and opened it. The man was wearing a uniform from the burger place I was just at. I handed him the bag and started shutting the door without saying a word. That was until the man walked inside of my apartment. I staggered backward as he made his way to me, my heart racing. "Please!" I pleaded, "I just wanted a burger! Don't hurt me!"

***

The chicken nugget commercial was far too weird for me to wrap my mind around, i thought as i glanced up from my phone to see the odd commercials my parents were watching. There's no way you can tell me they thought that them breaking into someones house to retrieve 'top-secret' chicken nuggets was a good marketing campaign. It does make me want some chicken nuggets though.

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