DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon or Death Note or any various chocolate brands mentioned
Chocolate,
The one I always adored.
You were always there for me,
Even though I would only use you for satisfaction.
My dear chocolate,
Where is my lovely chocolate?
Give me some chocolate, you fool.
I sleep all day; but would wake up only for you.
Would you call it love?
Your sweetness always lingers on me...
I am but a peasant, a lowlife, and you are a god.
My name is Snorlax,
And I live in a pod.
Chocolate
.-.-.
I've had people ask me time and time again, "How in the world could you eat so much chocolate?" I just replied with another delectable bite, and if I didn't have any at the time, I'd just trail off into a deep slumber so I wouldn't have to hear them any more. Next to sleeping, chocolate was one of my most favorite things in the world, and I would never let anyone else change that with mere words.
Sure, other foods are good too. I am a Snorlax, after all. I love food, no matter what kind or shape... hell, I'd eat about anything, but nothing could compare to the deliciousness of the sweet, brown candy that nearly everyone knows and loves. Those who don't happen to like it, or even haven't heard of it, well, I can't even imagine why that would be. I just couldn't.
Whoever invented chocolate is a god.
In all of most of reality, chocolate has probably saved lives. I've heard many groundbreaking and heartwarming stories of heroes and villians and Pokemon and the delicious snack... ever noticed what Sir Aaron ate? Or that one guy off of Death Note? Or maybe the Shinigami whose name sounds rather suspiciously like Sinnoh?
Next time you ask someone, "Why would you eat so much of that fattening stuff?" you should ask yourself, "Why must you ask so many questions about it?"
Then you'll get your answer, "Because it's absolutely nessecary."
I love you, my lovely little sweet...
.-.-.
A reporter found a list next to a rather large, Pokemon-shaped crater next to a small creek. It was written rather hastily on a small, wrinked, and damp piece of paper as if they needed the time most gratefully, and whether the note was forgotten or left as a memory, it was still there, and still rather interesting. And so, with a rather curious look, the reporter read the list, and later turned it into an article for a local newspaper.
The original note read as followed:
"Dear whoever reads this, I'm afraid I have caught the interest of a nearby trainer. It is sad to say that I will no longer be able to roam, or rather, sleep as freely as I used to... but my dearest wish is that this trainer will be able to supply me with the thing I've revered since I was a very young Munchlax..
-Ferrero
-Choxie
-Hershey's
-Nestle
-Lindt
-Assorted other
Which do you prefer?"
