Jeff looked on forward as a middle aged man stared at him along with his family, before saying "this one should work, it seems like a big enough trash can"
After hearing the man Jeff's eyes widened. Trash can? Jeff had wanted to be a chair or perhaps a bed, somthing comfortable. He didn't want to have to eat trash all day. Jeff tried to calm himself down and assure himself he could deal with it, then he mentally face palmed remembering he set the time for 1 year.
Jeff tried to speak up but couldn't talk as he took that option away as well, Jeff was really starting to hate himself now, he just hoped it wouldn't be too bad. Besides people throw a away a lot of food right? Not everything going in his mouth would be terrible. Jeff was taken out of his thought as he felt firm hands lift him up and bring him to a pickup bed.
Jeff continued his slight panic on the way to his new home, and untill he was sat back down in the corner of a kitchen.
"there we go, much cleaner than that old gross one" Jeff flinched at the man's voice, why did he talk so loud? Was he really going to have to deal with this obnoxious man and his family shoveing trash in his face for a year? At least that's what Jeff thought, while he was right about staying with the obnoxious man he was still wrong about one thing. They wouldn't shove trash in his face.
Jeff quickly realized this a moment later when the man's wife walked by and shoved a bananna peel up his ass. Jeff gasped in confusion and surprise before freezeing with a horrified expression. (Really?) was all he could think to himself at the moment. After he reflected on his situation for a few hours and luckily being left alone he decided mabye it wouldn't be as bad as his mouth. If they used his mouth he'd have to taste all the gross rotten things the family would throw away. Sighing at the stupid situation Jeff put himself in he closed his eyes to try and sleep it off.