Treats of Insanity

This event has changed my life eternally. And not for the good.

It all started on a simple sunday afternoon, I was just an average person, not really well-known. I was okay. As long as I was enjoying my life, I was perfectly fine with how my life went. I was a pretty big fan of the food that is the subject of this story, but I was by no means addicted to it.

Key word is "Was".

I was just sorting papers, when I heard a knock on my door. I went downstairs to see a couple of young salesmen. They wanted to sell me this food that I really liked. I never had that food in 3 years, so as you'd expect, I got pretty excited. Too excited, in fact.

I screamed to emphasize on the fact that I really wanted that food. Sadly, that ended up scaring off the two.

In great desire to find those two guys again, I searched the entire city again, looking in every corner, crevice and building I could possibly think to find them. I turned the entire place upside down to find them, but I couldn't.

Eventually, I found them again. In excitement, I ran after them again, screaming the same words as I got to them. I ended up scaring them off again.

This lead me into a deep depression, where I had to get some encouragement to bring myself to find those two again. It took about five days before I could bring myself to try again.

As of today, I have yet to find them again. I have searched for days, and have yet to find them. If the two salesmen are reading this, then allow me to say this.

Mark my words, Spongebob and Patrick.

I am coming for your chocolate.