The Art of Organised Cheating Part 1

You decide to buy some food for the trip. The train ride is about an hour or so, so food is a good idea.

You survey the food stand’s options for snacks. There are a bunch of assorted snacks that you like, and they’re all extremely inexpensive. Torn between all of your favorite foods, you decide to settle with the seasoned fries, since you’ve never tried fries with a special seasoning, and trying something new is a good thing.

The price is ridiculously low: ½ bit. You wait by the stand for your meal to be cooked. The aroma is purely teasing. You begin to salivate at the sweet scent. You can’t help but gawk at the chef making your meal.

After 3 minutes or so, your meal is complete, and fresh. The chef pours a huge amount of large, brown fries into a box. The fries are still sizzling a bit.

You find it insane that the fries are half a bit and you get so much. You try to pay, but realize you have no change for a bit.

“Um…”

“I’ve baked you two batches, if that’s okay.” The chef says to your delight.

“Thank you, very much!” you pay with one bit coin and seat yourself at the station bench not too far from the stand. You set the two large boxes of steaming goodness beside you. Your eyes sparkle at the sight of them. Realizing you can no longer wait, you levitate the first fry to your mouth.

It’s glorious. The fries are still a little hot, so you find yourself airing out your mouth and making slight fan motions with your hoof. You can, however, still taste the fry. The first bite had a soft crisp that you instantly fell in love with. The fry is sweet, but the seasoning is salty, making for a perfect balance. Saliva rushes through your mouth. You’re chewing, and it seems that the fry almost melted away.

Heaven. That fry is the single best fry you’ve ever tasted. You’re lost in awe, and you’re staring into space. Suddenly, you remember the huge amount of other fries. They’ve cooled a bit, so you decide to eat two at once.

Without the heat, the fries are godly. You can better taste the potato, which was probably the best potato ever. You can also taste the spices, which perfectly complement the fry.

You decide to eat more, and more, taking care to eat with manners, but helping yourself to as many as you desire at once. You’re getting fuller, and your stomach protests to your eating anymore, but each fry coaxes you to continue. Like little devils, the fries force you to eat more than you’ve ever eaten in one sitting. Your stomach begins to hurt severely, and you’re only done with the first box.

You gawk at the second box and tell yourself you don’t need it. You really don’t, but you’re addicted. You begin eating and eating again. The fries are even starting to lose their initial appeal on you. You just find yourself psychologically stuck eating. Suddenly, you don’t feel very good. You teleport yourself (with great struggle) to the nearest filly’s room.

Your head hurts all of a sudden now that you’re standing, and you have the feeling that you need to vomit. So you do so. Violently. It’s extremely painful in every way. You have a heavy dull feeling in your head, and a sharp tearing feeling in your stomach. Your throat burns with the whole ordeal. After you think you’ve puked up everything you ate since yesterday, you start to vomit congealed blood.

The dark crimson, coagulated substance shocks you, and you begin to panic. You’re still vomiting however, and you begin to feel light headed and queasy. Life slips away from you slowly, and after you lose consciousness, you’re dead, to put it simply.

What a dumb way to go.

DEATH BY YUM FRIES

That’s bull crap.