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OK… Prologue time! Just kidding, it's not really a prologue. It is actually just some random preamble to my story.
Ahhh, peanut butter...
How he missed it so.
The delightful taste of it when saliva pours into your mouth; the adrenaline rush as you chew it mournfully; the stickiness as it crawls down your throat; the jovial bliss that makes you want to start singing "Glee" songs; the anger and rage that consumes you when finish the jar; the desire that comes afterward.
He really wished that he had a jar of it now.
Percy was so STUPID when he decided to make a sandwich! Does he even know not to take Tyson's peanut butter?
He hoped that he wouldn't regret punching Percy in the face...
Oh well! The punishment will come later, and everyone knew he was Daddy's favorite!
Percy should beware...