The can stood out amongst the others. It's size larger than all the others. "Holy fuck that's a lot of soup in that can!" I screamed in the grocery store. I had to buy it, I had to make it, I had to eat it. I bought that soup so hard! So damn hard I slammed that bitch on the conveyor belt and pumped a 20 dollar bill in that punk ass cashiers face! I ran out of the store, can in hand looking like an Olympic runner holding a baton running with all my might to the finish line. So much soup! Jeez this can weighs a ton what the fuck is this HOLY SHIT! My arm imploded sending the can flying in the air, I stumbled and fell to the ground sliding a few feet leaving a trail of blood behind me. I tried gripping for where my arm once was god dammit this hurt so much. My vision was blurry I couldn't move like the fuck is going on my body won't listen to me! Just then in the distance ahead of me I heard a clang, then a clonck, and then the sound of metal rolling over a bumpy surface. I felt something bump against my temple... it was the can of soup! It can back for me! I'M SO HAPPY I'M NOT ALONE IN THIS WORLD! Never leave me can... always be with me please be my one and only can for as long as I breathe. The can spoke to me, words that never held so much meaning until now. He said to me, " Fukn wot? Where's yr arm fgt? U fukn dropped me ya cnt and u wnt me 2 stay wit u? Haha fukin loser ill drive u 2 the ground m8." Then the can rolled away from me, leaving me to die in my own pool of blood. My eyesight failed me everything was dark. I felt cold, alone; why was I always alone? Now I remember, because I have sex with soup.