The Foody Dilemma
An empty room. Inside was the head of a gentleman with the hair shaped like an hourglass kink to it. Sleeping and snoring next to his radio that sits on top of his money as this guy continues snores of this guy continue on, the sound of sonar emerges from his mini radio speaker inside the little wave frequency to carry out the message.
“Feeding Time.” The loud voice transmits.
“Huh?” Curious gentlemen wake up and turn around noticing the whole cake sliding up in front of him.
Seeing this, he sways his head/body from side to side. Looking ever so hungry readily moves inches closer to his sweet food about to take a bite. The cake moves suddenly out towards the left to his right turning his head/body in the same direction. Shocked, all he wanted was a piece of cake. Only this time a different selection of food slides up to his front seeing apples and bananas that are a healthier treat.
Little disturbed and unpleasant, his ears waver to his body gestures uncontrollably seeing the fruits slide towards his left that leaves his sight, still staring at the fruits, somehow one would ask why.
As it goes, another treat slides his way. The buzzing twinkies making the sound of bees swarming an attack. Excited, about to take a bite off a twinkie only for the snack cakes to scurry over to the right without hesitation as the curious gentlemen froze at the moment. Looks over to this left groaning in agitation, he just wants a snack to snack on to the point it's becoming a big issue for him to deal with.
A pare of strawberries slides in front of him as he tilts his head to the side not wanting a piece of berries that slide away to his right. Followed by sushi and carrots of various sizes. Somehow the carrots move towards his right more slowly than the other healthy snacks to eat. Strangely enough, the curious gentlemen come to a brief crossroads about what snacks he wants to grub on.
The radio sonars back on. He turns around to hear the message.
“Look here.” The announcer clears his throat. “I’ve given you the foods for you to chow on. Now however I don’t ask for much in this situation.”
The announcer turns the page continuing, “But your notorious to not want the fruity snacks that I give you than your cake snacks. The choice is yours. It's your body and I’m giving you the food to live your best life. All you cant do is want to see how responsible you eat the snacks I provide you. You can still snack on your unhealthy foods but it's all your responsibility with what you eat. So go on, enjoy.”
He looks around as the plates move around him one by one seeing all the foods he could possibly chow on. Then he gives a moment to contemplate what he should eat first. Not knowing what to do next, he groans out in agitation due to his frustration at his situation.
