Mike walked into his kitchen and looked in the fridge. It was completely empty except for a half empty carton of milk, and ketchup.
"Shit, what am I supposed to eat now." he told himself. Mike looked all around the kitchen and found nothing. "Did someone steal all my food or something?" he asked himself.
Mike checked all around the house for something to eat. He found $50, but he doesn't want to get food yet.
All the rooms were empty. The only room he hasn't checked was the basement. He turned on the light and walked downstairs.
He moved boxes of old clothes and things and found a box labeled "food".
He brought the box upstairs and opened it. He pulled out cans of food, each different colors. He also pulled out a piece of paper. It labeled the jars and what they are.
Blue - baby food
Pink - salad
Red - protein shake
Orange - dog food
Yellow - seeds
Green - bleach
Brown - reverse changes
"Who would store all of these fucking weird food cans?" he asked himself.
Then he read more of the paper.
"If you are confused for the flavors, they will change your life forever. None of these things will hurt you at all."
"Right now, ill eat anything acceptable