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You are what you eat

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Rantio T. frog had ordered a pre-made meal from the infamous L.N Inc Corp for the holidays since he didn't feel like making anything that night. Almost right after he ordered it online a message popped up saying it would be there shortly which he rolled his eyes at thinking it would arrive later that day. He went to his TV and tried to find something to watch seeing how it was only noon.

Rantio couldn't find anything on TV that wasn't a series that was re-running episodes that he'd already seen. While trying to chose between breaking bad and the walking dead he was interrupted by his door bell, he looked over to the door, he really didn't feel like getting up but he said to himself that if it was the food he had ordered it wouldn't taste good cold.

Pushing himself off the couch he made his way to the door, his gut bouncing with every step. It took him a minute to reach the door but by then the bell ringing and knocking had stopped and now it was eerily silent.

He gripped the door handle and opened it to reveal, nothing. Rantio shook his head about to close the door when something on the ground caught his eye, it wasn't anything fancy just a brown parcel with his address on it.

He shrugged thinking the delivery man didn't have time to stand around knocking on a door all day that wasn't what he was paid to do. So not thinking anything wrong Rantio brought the package inside and shut the door.

Rantio put the box on his counter and noticed a piece of paper stapled to it.

                                It is very important that the package is delivered to
                                Rantio T. frog before 7:00 o'clock tonight your GPS 
                                Should bring you straight to him unlike the last time.

Rantio snickered a little at the end part. Looking at the time on his microwave at how it was currently 1:30 and he didn't really feel like eating yet so he chose to go surf the Web to kill the time until he felt like eating his pre-made meal.

While checking his email he saw that he had a message from the company, he opened it planing on just skimming through it.

Dear Mr. Rantio 

We hope you'll enjoy using our product and we hope to hear your rating of the product as soon as you feel like you can.

Under the text was 5 empty stars and a place for more text.

He sighed hating them wanting a rating like every other company in the world, half the time it was just so they could sell you more stuff and fill your inbox with ads and such.

He opened up YouTube to pass the time.

Rantio glanced at the time on his computer and saw that it was 4:35. His mind wandered to food and as to agree with him his belly grumbled. He gave it a pat "yes we can eat now." he said getting up and making his way to the fridge. He pulled out the Styrofoam container it came in and placed it in the microwave. While that was heating up he went and got his utensils out of a drawer and made his way back to get his food.

He plopped himself on his couch and turned the TV on and started to eat. About halfway through he started to feel strange but he just cast the feeling aside, as he was to focused on eating at the moment and his program.

He rolled the last bit of spaghetti onto his fork and placed it in his mouth, he savored the last of it before swallowing. Rantio groaned as he got up and tossed the container in the trash and made his way to the fridge to get something to drink.

He had his hand on the handle when a mighty pain appeared in his stomach. "That ain't sitting well is it?" he said grabbing his big round tummy and giving it a pat, to which he got a shock of more pain. "Next time I'm just buying something from the store." he said while he started to sweat... tomato juice.

"What the hell?" his skin started to feel wired  like it was peeling off, which it was in strips. "What's going on?!" Rantio tried to run for the phone but his legs just would not move. The pealing of his skin sped up until just a pile of green stripes was were he stood with his glass laying neatly on top in front of some meat balls.

"Wha.. how can I see still? can I still move?" using all his might Rantio was able to move his spaghetti appendages but only a little bit at a time and leaking tomato juice all over the place.

He had just dragged himself to the phone and was trying to grab it when he heard a knock on his door accompanied by a familiar voice. "Hey Rantio old buddy you in there?"

"No! how come Jonny's here?" He said to himself hoping he would just think he went out.

"Rantio you okay man? I'm coming in." It was easy to hear the click of the door as he entered the room, getting closer to where Rantio was.

Rantio tried to crawl away but was unsuccessful and the steps only got closer. As he rounded the corner Rantio could see his blue dragon friend looking worried as he searched about for him. As Jonny walked in he saw a pile of spaghetti just sitting on the floor.

"What did Rantio order this time?" He said picking up the spaghetti container. "huh pre-made dinner, well I guess it would be a bad idea to let this food go to waste although I am trying to watch my weight. Eh I can work out tomorrow". He said grabbing a fork.  
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