It was four in the morning, Robin's tummy was growling of hunger. She slithered into the kitchen to satisfy her tummy with an offering. After searching for a suitable offering she found it, the holy grail of food. A bag of crisps. She knew that she musn't consume them, but her primal instincts took over from her consciousness. She wanted to consume them and consume them she would.
With the greatest of caution she opened the bag of crisps. The sound of defiance echoed through the house, but she managed to stay undetected. Robin reached into the bag to obtain one of the crisps while trying to stay silent. It worked! She stood there with a crisp in her hand and just by staring at it her salivary glands began producing extra saliva to prepare for this feast of gods.
Robin began opening her mouth to accept the crisp with the greatest of gratitude and headed for the crisp. When she finally put it in her mouth, the flavours exploded. At first she felt bliss, but then did it progress to something more. She felt all of her muscles tense up, throwing her off balance and making her fall. But she didn't care, she didn't even realise she was falling. It was al the pleasure that she could handle, but it progressed further. She couldn't keep her voice down anymore and started moaning, at least it sounded like that for her. But she was actually almost screaming her lungs out, only to be silenced by a shadowy figure. "What are you doing here?" asked the figure. "I live here." was the only thing that Robin could say before being exhausted from eating that crisp. The shadowy figure replied once more: "That's weird, because this is my swamp.
