For The Lack Of Cheezies, The War Was Lost.

I reached in the bowl for another cheezy, and found nothing but orange dust. Up! I hoisted my lazy ass off the couch and navigated my way to the treat cupboard, where I found nothing, except for a granola bar. I wasn't even sure it was mine.

"BAH!"

I shouted at the cupboard. The blast of power was too much for its particle-board structure, and it erupted into a flurry of fine dust.

I returned to my cheezy bowl, licked my finger, and tried to wipe up some cheezy dust to consume. It tasted dry, too dry. I looked down and saw that now not only did the bowl contain cheezy dust, but particle board dust too.

Tears welled in my eyes, and I sat down, defeated.

My life is ruined.