Ah fuck it, I need a drink, I have had a cold and have been intolerably thirsty. So off I go, DOWN THE HALL. It was quiet, as most of the "special people" have left, only a few stragglers who rode the REALLY SPECIAL bus, you know the REALLY REALLY special people.- WARNING SIGN 1.
It was quiet, except for what was undoubtedly a "special persons" voice, muttering SSSSSSSSNICKEEEHHHRRRSS BBAAAHHHHHHH SSSSSSSSNICKEEEHHHRRRSS BBAAAHHHHHHH over and over.- WARNING SIGN 2.
okay, stay cool, just a "special person" nothing to wig out over, nothing to get all ben......WWHAT IN THE GODDAMN FUCKING HELL@!~#@$!$#!~13
There was an older male, age around 40ish, with his pants down, a half eaten snickers bar melting in his half agape mouth, as he gummed it, snickers bar bits rolled down his mouth dropping freely to his....
FULLY ERECT COVERED IN CHOCOLATE SPECIAL PENIS -RED ALERT RED ALERT WE ARE UNDER ATTACK
He was apparently VERY VERY happy to be eating a snickers bar and was using the melted chocolate as a lubricant, and one hand fumbled his erect chocolatey nougat covered member while the other twisted restlessly in his hair, chocolate was everywhere, and I about faced and sprinted out of the vending area.
As I ran away a "wrangler", I nearly knocked down, asked what was wrong, I told them to "CHECK OUT THE VENDING AREA" ( I wanted to say GO FUCKING FIX THAT GODDAMN FUCK IN THERE WACKING OFF WITH A GODDAMN SNICKERS BAR, but alas) without looking back I fumbled with my keys to open my door, opened the door, ran in my office, slammed the door, and laid in the fetal position in the floor and started crying.
I DO NOT EVER WANT TO SEE A SNICKERS BAR EVER AGAIN.
No drink was worth that, not by a goddaamn long shot. I think I can get some kind of fucking workers comp for the trauma I have suffered.