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Old 01-02-2019, 09:13 PM   #4 (permalink)
Krel Ansell

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Muffin (complete with wrapper) gone, Adam continued to wander around the room. Fingers poked, prodded, pushed, padded, and palpated various products and possessions in a possessed preoccupation. Meanwhile, he continued to drink straight from the pot – the earthy sour bitter liquid.

Something behind him beeped loudly. Adam jumped, knocking a couple of mugs onto the floor. They crashed with a loud cacophony of sound that was interesting! Holding the pot of coffee in one hand, Adam picked up a couple more and started tossing them around the room as he giggled to himself. But he soon ran out of mugs to toss around. Irritated that his fun had been stopped Adam put the coffee pot down with a clunk.

Another beep sounded and Adam turned towards the microwave. OOOO something that made more noises! He hurried over to it, bone china, earthenware, porcelain, stoneware, and glass crunched under his boot soles as he crossed the room. It appeared to be a small box with buttons on it. Adam started pushing random things. They beeped and booped under his fingers and then suddenly it lit up and started making an odd woooommm-woooom noise. He jolted again, elbow hitting the frig door which popped open…

What! Was this?! He thought excitedly to himself. He stuck his head inside. ”Cold!” he exclaimed in the depths of the refrigerator. But unlike the ‘hot’ sensation he had when first tasting the awful brown – but boosting brown stuff, he didn’t mind the cold. He started pushing things around in the refrigerator.

He pushed something and the lid popped off. ”Oh!!!” and sounding a lot like a gremlin, Adam started popping the lids off of everything he could get his hands on. Once about two-thirds of the dishes were open, Adam started poking one of the contents which then wafted up at him. Soon his fingers were going from dish to mouth to new dish to mouth to another dish to mouth back to a tasted dish.
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