It’s a story of sorts. Though it conveys nothing more or less than hatred of meatloaf.
What? You say you like meatloaf? I will fight you.
For us meatloaf haters, or the open-minded meatloaf lovers(hah,) enjoy these next 212 words:
“Eew.” Aaron poked the loaf of meat on his plate with the very tip of his fork. No type of meat ever should be served in loaf form. It went against the laws of nature, of humanity! And anyway, what kind of meat was-Dining alone tonight, Aaron?”
He looked up to see his brand new roommate, head cocked to the side, eyes twinkling even behind the dark tint of the sunglasses he insisted on wearing. Like Jonathan was mocking him.
Aaron simply growled to himself, which made Jon frown for a moment, as if he were expecting an invitation of some sort, before he shook his head to himself and sat down in front of him and began to put his fork into the meatloaf sitting before him.
It made Aaron’s insides squirm. How was he not repulsed by the poor imitation of people food? It was clearly dog chow that was put through a blender, and then baked in some way, to be fed to the poor children who were too brainwashed to question it.
“Stop! Don’t eat that!”
Jon froze, and looked up in confusion.
Aaron just couldn’t stand the sight of that gross chunk of loaf being brought up to Jonathan’s mouth.
“Just…put it down, before I barf.”