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Fishsticks and Fillet were running out of food, and it was a problem. All they had eaten for the past three weeks was pizza pockets and expired canned hamburger meat- truly a varied diet am I right? How should they solve this problem?? SIMPLE. They go to the local Zehrs! Everyone loves Zehrs. But wait. Another problem.
They had no money . I mean, they’re literally sentient fishsticks and fish fillet. There aren't a lot of job options in this economy for living food! *Shaking my head prime minister trudeau*
Anyways, off to Zehrs they went. No money, no idea what to buy but full of spirit and hope. So they began their long trek to their local Zehrs. Over mountains, through volcanoes, a raging river, and a quick dip at the local community outdoor pool (it’s winter), they finally arrived and stood outside the wide automatic doors with eyes full of hope and heads full of nothing.
They began to step towards the entrance of the store, suddenly they heard a huge scary rumbling sound. Fishsticks gasped rather dramatically.
“Oh no!” His voice was high pitched and squeaky like a mouse. “THAT SHOE IS SO DIRTY!” The two turned around to see a muddy boot nearly crush them where they stood, the human that wore it seeming taller than a tower. They quickly hurried inside, trying to avoid getting stomped on again. After about an hour of walking (they’re really small dude it takes them forever to get anywhere), they found themselves among a rainbow of fruits and vegetables, the leaves ticking their toes. Of course they gazed at everything with disgust, as they only consumed greasy almost inedible food.
“Who even eats vegetables anyways? So shameful.” Scoffed Fillet. They nodded in agreement with each other before hopping down from the containers and waddling over to the next aisle, which they were unaware was full of seafood. Oblivious, they walked.
After another hour of walking (they really should have gone to the local sentient object food market smh), they gazed around, looking up with wide eyes at the soon to be food.
“OH NOOOOOOO” Fishstick cried, real tears coming from his eyes.
“HOLY SHIT!” Fillet screamed. He fell to his knees and let out a wail.
“GRANDMA SALMON?!?!?”
“UNCLE LARRY?!?!”
“COUSIN ANDREW GARFIELD FISH VERSION?!!!!????!?!?!?!”
“A-A-A-A-A-ARE THEY-?!?!?!?!??!?!”
“NO! IT CAN’T BE!” The two stared in horror at the gruesome display of their dead loved ones. They both sank to the ground, holding each other tightly as they sobbed.
“D-do you think someone will e-e-e-eat them??” Fishsticks sniffed.
SUDDENLY, the human that had almost stepped on them before snatched up Cousin Andrew Garfield but the fish version and smacked his lips together. “You’ll make a fine dinner you will!!” Fishsticks and Fillet screamed again, their tiny high-pitched voices echoing litterealy nowhere because they’re too quiet.
Safe to say, after the horrors they experienced they not only never went back to there local Zehrs but they didn’t even get any food. From that day on they only went to there local Food Basics instead….