For some background (if you wish), read:
The Hieroglyphics Teacher Makes a Discovery
The Hieroglyphics Teacher Strikes Back
Ben learned two things that day: 1. Never put Elixir of Life in the refrigerator; and 2. Given the chance, broccoli just wants to watch the world burn.
Ben had opened his fridge to see that everything inside (including the fridge itself) had come to life. He immediately had to stop the eggs from hurling themselves onto the floor in some pointless gesture of bravado. The broccoli threw the empty Elixir of Life bottle at him and the butter burst into heartrending sobs.
It took a while, but he finally figured out what had happened. The Elixir of Life had expanded and burst its seal, dripping onto the broccoli. It had come to life and had started spraying the Elixir onto everything else, out of sheer bloody-mindedness. Now Ben was starving, but he felt bad eating anything that could object vocally to the process.
Luckily, Pizza Pockets were frozen and the food in the freezer was still refreshingly non-living. He took out the box and felt the accusing eyes of the rest of the food on him, as if he were raiding the morgue for a quick snack. He shut the fridge door.
The question now (besides dealing with Ben Two) was what to do with the food. Now that they were living beings, it wasn’t a simple matter of just eating them or throwing them away. This is why the Elixir of Life bottle came with a warning on its side: May cause the endowment of inalienable rights. Use with caution.
He decided to take a count first. He opened the fridge door and caught an egg as it immediately hurled itself out into space, yelling, “Yee-haw!” He corralled the rest of the eggs, shut the egg carton lid and held it down.
In total, the sentient food included six eggs, a stick of butter, a head of broccoli, a half-empty bottle of soy sauce and an ancient box of baking soda that had been pushed into the back. It was lucky that he had not gone grocery shopping in a while.
“You can’t hold us, fascist!” the broccoli yelled at him. “We’ve got rights.”
“I know,” Ben said. “I read the side of the bottle. Where are you going to go, though? You’re all food.”
“So, it’s hopeless?” the butter asked and burst into tears.
“Well . . .” Ben said, thinking of the butter’s chances out on the streets. “Look, I really can’t deal with this right now. I’ve got bigger problems.” Having no other friends to confide in, he sat in front of his fridge and explained his problems with Ben Two to his groceries.
“Egg barrage!” the carton of eggs yelled in unison when he had finished. “We’ll get him good. Just throw us in his general direction.” The broccoli just snorted. The butter was still sniffling to itself and the box of baking soda was apparently asleep. The soy sauce said nothing.
“I don’t know if any of that would help,” Ben said, imagining the cleanup, and the subsequent nightmares.
“I have an idea,” the soy sauce said quietly. It had a smooth voice that made Ben instantly listen and respect its opinion. “Let me speak to this Ben Two, alone. I think I can solve your problem in a mutually beneficially way.”
“Uh, okay,” Ben said, rather nonplussed by such a self-assured condiment. “Whatever you want.”
Ben Two came in at about 5:30, carrying five 24-packs of beer. He seemed to have forgotten about the incident at the school.
“What are those for? Are you having a party?” Ben asked. Ben Two looked up at him.
“No, they’re all for me. I heard today that people like drinking alcohol as a way of relaxing. I’m going to try it.”
“But it won’t affect you; you can’t get drunk.”
“Well, at least it’ll make a good story.”
“Uh,” Ben hesitated. “The soy sauce wants to talk to you.” He led Ben Two into the kitchen. The fridge was whistling a blues tune softly to itself. He got out the soy sauce and put it on the table.
“Leave us,” the soy sauce said. Ben instinctively knew it was talking to him, so he went into the living room and pretended to read while straining to hear what the two were saying. After half an hour, Ben Two came in, holding the soy sauce.
“Fine,” he said. “I’ll leave and let you teach your classes again. Kikkoman and me here are going to go start a crime spree.”
Ben coughed. “What? You can’t do that? They will think it’s me.”
“He has no fingerprints or DNA,” the soy sauce said, “plus I know exactly how to change his face to fool facial recognition software. And we will never, ever get caught.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have been aged,” the soy sauce said, “to perfection.”
With that, they walked out the door. Ben later found out that they had stolen his boat, but under the circumstances, he considered himself lucky.
And so Ben started on the long road back to somewhat normal life. He bought a kayak and through having to paddle between the different islands to teach his classes, he soon lost the weight he had gained. The food that had come to life soon adjusted to their new existence. The butter cheered up immensely after Ben convinced it that no one was going to eat it. Ben bought more food and the eggs guarded it from the broccoli, who had random fits of destruction at times. They all lived peacefully together, except for the box of baking soda, who expired peacefully one night.
Ben still had to stay at school until the end of the day, even when he had no classes, but such is life.
September 24th, 2013 at 10:06 pm
Still fabulous! “Given the chance, broccoli just wants to watch the world burn.” And thats why little kids don’t want to consume such madness =]
September 24th, 2013 at 10:19 pm
We always suspected there was something wrong with broccoli…:)
September 24th, 2013 at 10:12 pm
Love the fact that the bottle had a warning label. Excellent
September 26th, 2013 at 9:34 am
lol. like the idea of food speaking. The soy sauce seems to have long nurtured the dream of a crime world:) a nice humorous tale
September 26th, 2013 at 9:11 pm
loved the food coming alive part! 🙂
wonder what will happen if it happens really!
September 26th, 2013 at 9:20 pm
That would be scary. 🙂
And yay, that you’re around! Gotta say, I really miss you, although I understand. I’m sending you an email tonight.