After waking up at the crack of dawn to retrive the eggs from the hatchery, the sun started to rise as did my opportunity to kill. My target arrived at the farmers market with his family, wearing his Sunday best. I watched from afar as his family discussed the amount of cinnamon rolls they were planning on eating. Zach, being the strong and burly man that he is, decided he would eat his own (respect). Since this was a two handed cinnamon roll experience, I was left with an opportunity I could not give up. Tossing my eggroll in the trash, I grabbed a spoon and headed towards my opponent. At this point he was across the street heading towards the family car and I was running in front of cars to catch up. After I stabbed him in the back, he turned around and smiled, thinking I was just running up to say hello. I held out my spoon and his family cheered. On the other hand, that cinnamon roll looked awesome, I hope you enjoyed it. I was kind of jealous.
"People always talk about triumphs of the human spirit. Well, today, I had a triumph of the human body. That's why everybody was applauding for me at the end, my guts and my heart. And while I eventually puked my guts out, I never puked my heart out. I'm very, very proud of that" - Michael Scott
