I stared at that pie. Blueberry flavor.
It stared back at me.
I ate it.
It ate my soul.
And I kind of needed that soul. But I wasn’t sure it was worth getting into a fight over it with a pie.
I glared at the pie.
It glared at me.
There was a malicious twinkle in its eyes. I decided to back off; I had four other souls I bought from my friends anyways. I didn’t need that specific soul.
The pie laughed as I backed off. Grrrr, I didn’t get this kind of trouble with apple pie.