"melt in your mouth like liquid sugar" ✖ [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]
[ The angle of the feed should be enough to show that it's an accidental because, really, all you're seeing is the floor. It's an interesting floor, though; it's carpeted, and strewn with hundreds of what look like tiny little crackers that look a little something like this. Yup. Those. ]
[ Hundreds of those. They're small, yes, (and apparently the only thing in that basket) but someone's been abusing that refilling property they've got - seemingly hoping for something better, or at least something edible - and it's amounted to a whole lot of little biscuits all over the place. ]
[ But basket after basket of these? ]
[ Okay, she's given up. There's a whomp of the basket flying and landing atop a mini mountain, followed by a creak of bedsprings and a pair of legs stroll across the feed - stepping on several of those little bread things with the audible crunches one would expect from freeze dried food - and the telltale slamming of a door. ]
[ ...okay, and five seconds later the door opens and those legs stroll across the screen again (with deliberation) and the bed creaks for a moment before as she leans on the bed and snatches a bottle of what looks like liquor only to walk out again, crunching even more gross bread and grinding it into the carpet. ]
[ The door slams again. ]
[ ...And the basket vomit ups even more of those things before the feed times out. ]
[ Hundreds of those. They're small, yes, (and apparently the only thing in that basket) but someone's been abusing that refilling property they've got - seemingly hoping for something better, or at least something edible - and it's amounted to a whole lot of little biscuits all over the place. ]
[ But basket after basket of these? ]
[ Okay, she's given up. There's a whomp of the basket flying and landing atop a mini mountain, followed by a creak of bedsprings and a pair of legs stroll across the feed - stepping on several of those little bread things with the audible crunches one would expect from freeze dried food - and the telltale slamming of a door. ]
[ ...okay, and five seconds later the door opens and those legs stroll across the screen again (with deliberation) and the bed creaks for a moment before as she leans on the bed and snatches a bottle of what looks like liquor only to walk out again, crunching even more gross bread and grinding it into the carpet. ]
[ The door slams again. ]
[ ...And the basket vomit ups even more of those things before the feed times out. ]