Jean Havoc. A lieutenant. A somewhat respectable guy. A blonde. A member of the army place. A citizen of centrel city. And, as everyone knows, a smoker. A big smoker. In fact, If you can find a picture of Jean Havoc without a cigarette jammed into his mouth, you would be the only person with such a picture.
Poor Havoc. He was writhering on the floor. He couldn't take it anymore. It was to much for his weak soul. He surely was going to snap! And there was Pride! Watching him with a smug little smile on his face! He knew that Havoc loved klondike bars almost as much as his dear dear cigarettes!
Pride smiled and continued observing Havoc whom, was currently, choking himself.
15 minutes passed. Havoc got worse and worse every second. He couldn't take it anymore! He wanted the klondike bar, but this was surely torture!
And Pride! He wasn't helping in the slightest! He kept on just waving the klondike bar in front of Havoc.
" Don't you want the niiiiice klondike Havoc? MMM...It's goooood." said pride as he took a bite of it.
Havoc began to foam at the mouth. He was not happy.
half an hour later Havoc began to go insane. He was laughing hystericlly. He continuied to claim that he was in pain, and wet, and still hystericle!
Pride almost laughed at Havoc. Almost. Ok...eventually he did, but that's beside the point.
14 minutes and 50 seconds later...
Havoc was counting down the seconds..
10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!
Havoc screamed and jumped on the klondike bar that Pride gave him.
Oh, it tasted delicious...Sweet vanilla interior...dark chocolate exterior...a perfect combo.
Havoc smiled and stuffed a cigarette into his mouth and began to much on his klondike bar. He deserved both of these items. After all, he HAD just endured one looong hour of no cigarettes ammed into his mouth.