The cosmic jester tapped his foot anxiously as he awaited the vessel's descent. Minutes passed like hours and the absurdity of it all felt like things were going slow just to annoy him.
His eyes darted back and forth between the two silver doors. Eventually one lift would arrive before the other, but when that would occur was still a prominent factor.
He yawned and pulled a large paper encasement from one of his dimensional portals. He peeled off the wrap and discarded his litter in another portal. He stared longingly at the pristine hoagie he had unveiled to open air.
The hoagie glistened in the hallway's dim lighting. The crust shined the most marvelous shades of sandy yellow. The glorious pastrami was neatly tucked in at the edges, sparking pure, untainted craftsmanship further accentuated by the tender, fibrous dampness coating the slightly charred exterior. The finely ground pepper and oregano clung expertly to salty mayo, lathering the thick provolone slices with artful abundance.
Marx almost felt like crying whilst taking in the tremendous sight. His hoagie was like a heavensent disciple of righteousness. He caressed the monumental achievement with his brown-soled appendages. The feeling of chaos exuded from his weary extra-dimensional pores as a calmness befell his entire being. He had never before experienced such a delight.
"And now I must confine its nutrition," said Marx, lips moist like a Pavlovian case study. "This sacred object deserves residency in my core."
But right before Marx could encapsulate the breaded wonder with his toothy grin, a bell sounded and one of the doors beside him parted, revealing the lift.
Needless to say, Marx was slightly shocked. The pure bliss of his hoagie relations had caused him to stray far, far from reality. It was not until the abrupt signal that he had once again found himself separated from the ethereal realm. He hobbled into the small room, toting the sandwich betwixt his incisors.
However, tragedy struck as soon as the doors closed. With a horrid snap, the hoagie was halved. One end rest comfortably within Marx's pie-hole. The other was gone...
Forever...
Marx slowly slurped the remainder of his delectable delight into his digestive tract, cursing his recklessness as he felt the crisp loaf transfer along his esophageal pipeline. The whole ride up, he sat in the corner in deep depression, musing his loss.
DING!
He had finally reached his destination. Marx trudged out the sliding doors and fiddled with his apartment keys. He unlocked his door and entered his living space, collapsing onto his battered, old sofa and weeping bitter tears into the pillows.
He lost someone dear today and nothing could revive his spirits quite like they did.
That blessed hoagie would live on in his heart evermore.
FIN