Why did you blow up in the microwave? I chose you over the Oatmeal Squares and Frosted Wheat because they couldn't compare to your guilt-free reputation. All I wanted was you. You were suppose to make up for my crummy day. Now, you are residing in the bottom of the trash can, popped and unappreciated. The trash will never understand your goodness. Tonight, neither will I.
You let me down, friend. You were my last hope and now nothing else will do.