Mission Log 14256378 : Dark Chocolate Crunch

Inspiration has hit me in the form of cookie crumbs splattered from the mouth of an 8 year old, and I think a teeny bit of inspiration made its way down my gastrointestinal tract, but I shall not divulge the details. Yes, I am merciful indeed. 

It all started when the glutton in me became lonely. Armed with my power of persuasion, I recruited the rest of the fighters for a mission. Needless to say the teenager refused. I rolled my eyes about the same time she said the words fat, pig and no. I'm not sure what those words mean but they must have meant a lot to her.

So there we were, me and the 8 year old, crossing the treacherous waters(my house is home to many lizards who seem to favour the square of tile underneath the bigger fridge) to the magnificent block. With great force the latch was opened and cool air hit our faces. A green carton was retrieved and replaced within the minute. -FARMHOUSE FTW- 

Within the next minute, a canister was opened and a white packet obtained. Upon examination, the parcel seemed safe. Only one way to find out. With lightning fast reflexes, the parcel was opened, and its contents revealed. The label said Dark Chocolate Crunch, and chocolatey and crunchy it was. The contents of the parcel was washed down with the liquid from the white carton.

I high 5-ed my comrade and together we returned to the lands above.

Mission accomplished, and the unsuspecting dwellers of the earth were saved.