-rep !!!

+rep DYLAN!!!

(1/2) This is a profile of a dead guy. I was with him the day he died, we were casually eating chips at our local burger place in Amsterdam. after taking a tiny bite out of a chip, the poor soul named Kurvis (or as his mom called him, Dylan) decided the piece was not salty enough. He then began his rampant journey of delivering the perfect saltiness together with the crisp of the fried exterior of the potato chip to his taste buds. The poor salt mill standing on the table just like any other day did not know what was coming for it, for him it was just another day at the office. It could definitely not anticipate the absolutely disproportionate hand of the giant reach to grab it's hand-crafted body.

(2/2) as I was witnessing the poor salt mill get obliterated by the two hands of the beast, I was stunned seeing the sheer amount of the white substance leaving the mill and lightly touching the chips as if it was snow on a Christmas morning. I tried to physically stop the giant, but could just not stop the man from salting his chips. It took the man 6 bites to consume the first chip, his pupils expanded as he was munching the potato, and I could tell he had finally reached the perfect level of saltiness. It took but 5 chips for the man to stop and ponder, whether he is feeling some sort of strange sensation coming from his chest, or is it just the chips making their way to the stomach. 10 seconds of pondering went by I sensed something was not right. I asked.. "What's up bud?" no reply.. I asked again.. by the time I moved my hand towards his expression-less face, the head of the slender man dropped onto his salty plate, and this was the end of the story for him.

I'm not good in math, but I think we're a perfect match <3