Gluton knew it was stupid. But once the idea had hit him, he just couldn't let it go. He just had to know: was there truly a limit on what his beloved beans could do? So it was that Gluton came to be staring into the vile smelling pot containing what would prove to be one of two things. It would either be his most shameful failure, or his greatest success.
Chili pruno. Gluton had meant for it to just be the beans but he must have added the rest by rote memory. With a shudder, he shut the lid on the pot and carried it away to the corner, where he would check on it in a few months time. In the meantime, Gluton would carry on with business as usual. When the time came he would either discreetly dispose of the contents, or unveil his masterpiece.
He had heard that a new janitor had been hired, so Gluton sent out to find a marker and some paper, so he could write a "do not touch" sign.
Chili pruno. Gluton had meant for it to just be the beans but he must have added the rest by rote memory. With a shudder, he shut the lid on the pot and carried it away to the corner, where he would check on it in a few months time. In the meantime, Gluton would carry on with business as usual. When the time came he would either discreetly dispose of the contents, or unveil his masterpiece.
He had heard that a new janitor had been hired, so Gluton sent out to find a marker and some paper, so he could write a "do not touch" sign.