The Afternoon

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It was a solemn afternoon, you were a young boy living a young life, and the rain outside was restricting access to the outside world. You sat down in the vibrant but sad kitchen and waited for a call. Anything. You felt your stomach rumble. You're hungry. You don't know what to do. You can't take food from the fridge yourself, that would be too hard. Your parents are at work, and for some reason they left you at home. You were all to yourself, sitting on a high chair and starving. What now, you thought, as the rain got heavier. Before you could lament about your feelings, a mysterious creature walked in.

...

It was the guy. You don't know his name. He wore socks in sandals, a purple shirt, and some pants. He had glasses and a haircut. Looked goofy looking too. You then realise that you had stumbled on a demon of capitalism. Before you could even react, a voice boomed in your head.

"Grubhub Perks give you deals on the food you love!"

What food, you thought, as the demon tapped on his phone, before the entire room turned red. You felt a bit overwhelmed because burgers appeared out of nowhere. It seemed to be fabricated by the demon itself, but you could not hold in the temptation any longer. As you took a bite out of the burger, the purple demon started to do a ritual.

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