This isn't real. It's a piece of cinnamon toast crunch. The cereal square lunged at Omaba and tried eating his ear. Obma dodged the square and tried to reason with it. "Uhhhhh cinnamon toast crunch... I feel we should be able to reach an agreement without hostility."
The cinnamon square just stood there and said "eiriejdnejdjd." (What you really expected him to know English?) Omba sighed and tried to gesture that he was friendly. He even offered in his odd gesterical ways that he would teach him the ways of the American. "What is name..?" Oamb asked the cereal piece. The cereal said nothing. "I'll name you Paul."
Paul sat with his tongue drooping out of his mouth. "Kinda dumb..isn't he." Oabma smiled. "Kinda cute too.... no..what am I saying? I'm still technically a married man. I have kids! And plus...he is not our kind. What to do... what to do..." Obm stood and contemplated life.
After 69 seconds of thinking, Obaam picked up the crunchy boy and sat him on a little comfy space he made for him. He hopped on Fortnite and snuck a few grams while hitting the victory Royales like I hit elderly people I run into on crosswalks. Omaba fell asleep that night higher than Eric Formans mom in that one episode of that 70s show.
I have a sharty party to attend to <3
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A President's Hunger
Teen FictionTwo worlds colliding. A burnt-out president, a delicious breakfast cereal. Michelle had been acting distant lately....... and Cinnamon Toast (CT) was different than the other squares. Find out in this epic story the trials of love, hatred, and not f...
