The Disappointment
You stick the container of satay prawns in the microwave and let them heat up for a minute or so, before grabbing a cold beer and returning to your room with the steaming leftovers.
You sit at your desk, enjoying a "Fail Compilation" video on Youtube while you shovel forkfuls of old takeout into your mouth. But something about the food isn't quite right: the prawns seem kind of rubbery, and most of them are yellow. Also, the satay sauce isn't usually this...crunchy. But the MSG sure helps, so you soon polish off the rest of the scraps. You wash the strange aftertaste away with a swig of beer.
You decide to have a quiet one, and spend the rest of the night in your room, enjoying a few brews while verbally abusing kids in an online shooter. Your room still reeks of vomit, but you spray a can of deodorant around for a few moments to cover it up.
It's not until 3 am when it hits: a sharp, overwhelming pain in your guts. You jump up and rush to the bathroom, clutching your stomach and sweating bullets. When you finally make it to the toilet, you're not sure whether to puke or shit. So you do both - simultaneously.
As toxic liquid shoots out both ends, you can't help noticing chunks of yellow prawn bouncing around the toilet bowl. As you collapse in a puddle of your own filth, you realise that you can't remember the last time you properly digested a meal. You grab the rim of the toilet bowl to steady yourself and think "I feel sorry for who ever has to clean up this mess."
You sit at your desk, enjoying a "Fail Compilation" video on Youtube while you shovel forkfuls of old takeout into your mouth. But something about the food isn't quite right: the prawns seem kind of rubbery, and most of them are yellow. Also, the satay sauce isn't usually this...crunchy. But the MSG sure helps, so you soon polish off the rest of the scraps. You wash the strange aftertaste away with a swig of beer.
You decide to have a quiet one, and spend the rest of the night in your room, enjoying a few brews while verbally abusing kids in an online shooter. Your room still reeks of vomit, but you spray a can of deodorant around for a few moments to cover it up.
It's not until 3 am when it hits: a sharp, overwhelming pain in your guts. You jump up and rush to the bathroom, clutching your stomach and sweating bullets. When you finally make it to the toilet, you're not sure whether to puke or shit. So you do both - simultaneously.
As toxic liquid shoots out both ends, you can't help noticing chunks of yellow prawn bouncing around the toilet bowl. As you collapse in a puddle of your own filth, you realise that you can't remember the last time you properly digested a meal. You grab the rim of the toilet bowl to steady yourself and think "I feel sorry for who ever has to clean up this mess."
