Sep 23, 2010 22:52
He's going to die.
He's going to flat out drop dead in the middle of the floor. Either that, or he's going to shrivel up and just blow away the next time Clark comes running by. One of the two.
He knows it within two milli-seconds of opening the refrigerator.
Because it's empty. Completely devoid of food, of any type of nourishment whatsoever. It's barren, like his poor little growling belly. He has nothing to eat, and he's pretty sure he's going to die any second.
He feels his chin wobble, and he's already near tears.
No food.
No sweet, glorious, all-sustaining, delicious food.
And as ridiculous as it might sound, he loves his food almost more than he loves his 'Licious.
But only almost.
He feels his poor little stomach growl again, and he's about to plop down in the middle floor, ready to start wasting away.
And then, here she comes.
His 'Licious comes to his rescue, carrying in a hefty bag of groceries.
He races to her side, ready to help her unload.
"Oh, thank God you're here, 'Licious. I thought I was gonna starve."
With a laugh, she rolls her eyes. "Like that would ever happen."
licious saved my life,
bart needs teh gushy foodz,
licious lovin,
bart will perish without perishables,
sad!bart is sad,
verse: randomosity,
srs!bart is fosrs,
community: theatrical muse