John had had his fill of sandwiches. They were boring and stale in his heart. At the mention of sandwiches he flew into a rage so great and terrible that people had to hide for days to escape his wrath. Something had to be done to cure his yearning for something new. Suddenly, a bowl of cereal descended from the sky, angels singing, men weeping, women fainting, AT LAST SOMETHING TO SOLVE THEIR PROBLEMS!

Only something was wrong...

John hated cereal

He killed everyone.

The end.