So, I was sitting there in the cafeteria
with my friends. Lunchtime
was upon us, and I was excited at the prospects of opening up my delicious Cosmic Brownie
and feasting upon it. I tore open the cellophane
wrapping and looked down. Disgust
spread across my face. What did I see to change my manner thus?
In MY Cosmic Brownie
? How could this be? How could my favorite of snack foods
betray me so? I snatched up the packaging and searched for the telephone number
of the Little Debbie
company. Finding it, I rushed to the school office
and requested the use of the telephone.
"Is it important?"
I called up Little Debbie and informed them of this... travesty
"Alright. I'll need your address. We'll send you a check
for the brownie."
"Thank you very much. Have a nice day!"
"Wait! One more thing."
"We also need the serial number
of the brownie from the package."
"Well, if the rest of that batch of brownies was also tainted
, we'll need to put out a recall
And I rest a little easier, knowing that I have saved countless others from the horror
of opening up a delicious Cosmic Brownie only to find a.... perversion
of a magnificent snack treat.