Still eating like a christmas fiend I became a chocolate warlord (that is not a euphemism)
What I could not eat, I fed to my timber fish
What I could not eat, I fed to my timber fish
They started to bulge
Like a cruel tamagotchi child, I over fed my charge
who tried to become resilient
but still I kept feeding
watching them expand
and flex
grow
pushing back the frontiers of my coffee mugged desk
spilling on to the carpet floor
At this point, being the irresponsible supervisor I am, I threw a packet of biscuits at them and fled next door
only to be welcomed by this ominous sign
It has been said if you pass through this door you'll be showered in a chocolate paradise.
Experience proves you'll more likely be shredded by hinges.
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