The Rather Large Man with the Twinkie

The Rather Large Man with the Twinkie Written and revised by: Olivia on 10-18-08
As the rather large man sits there he begins to contemplate on a plate of connecting carbs lying softly in the middle of the quiet break room at Walmart. His drooping eyes are fixated on the third twinkie on the dead left, 3 inches from the angular bottom of the platoon of twinkies. It appears to have a more stimulating mannerism about it. For it seemed to have thicker layers of frosting and an abundant sight of fluffy twinkie bread. His mouth begins drooling foolishly onto his lap. It began to drool so much well…I’m not sure actually. Maybe we’ll find out later.
As he meditates on his next decision he sips on his coffee that was once pass boiling point. He is lonelier than his coffee will admit. The silhouette of the coffees’ steam rises above his big huge cabeza. He notices a few ladies mingling near a microwave heating hotdogs, coco and other digestibles. He tries with his thumping heart to redirect his attention somewhere else other than the plate of magical sugars. Picking up a magazine his plump fingers turn the pages as his subconscious thoughts linger back to the joys of that first bite he took only just days ago. An illuminating pleasantness melting onto his musical tongue.
The toxin of his supervisor named Blitz begins approaching and so the rather large man brings his forehead slightly behind the magazine pretending to read it, as though this will cure him from being bothered. His supervisor still walks by and happily says” Oh hey Mansley do you think you can show the new guy around who comes in at 2 o’clock?” Mansley jumps up; his head hitting the ceiling and says” Oh yeah of course I will.” Blitz looks a little confused but straightens out his masculine shirt and prances away. Suddenly Mansly begins to have cold convulsions. Running to the bathroom he knocks down Jamie from personnel her hair flapping in the wild wind as she slowly lands onto her left ear. Jamie, who ever she was, never was the same by the way. Yelps and arguments are heard from the bathroom from the rather large man. He begins a slapping routine in the third toilet cell; from one hand to another, flushing’s of the latrine and other such odd performances of noise. A spider walks by and observes the madness and decides to make his web somewhere else. Then silence… Mansley stairs at himself into the mirror as it depicts his utter reflection. His stockpile of eyebrow hairs giving him an attitude to get himself together. Just then a tiny little maiden crawls up from the sink hole and hands him some serenity cream. Looking strangle at the little maiden he still says thank you and rubs the cream on. As he takes a big breath he can feel the mystical cream beginning to work its magic. So she crawls back down from wherever she came from.
We much conclude as spectators lingering outside the origins of the bathroom that the man had drawn with in the realms of his confused state of mind the answers. The answers of resistance to evil little secrets that capture the best of us.
Then there he appears, stopping with a heavy sigh and leaps back towards the break room. In conclusion to all this, in the end he found such sweet happiness, because the plate of spongy petite delights was to never be seen again. Eyewitnesses left statements with the press the following day stating a he had eaten not just that one evil delicious looking twinkie but the whole plate full of evils.
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