I say as I scoop a heaping spoonful of coconut shrimp onto my plate at the Chinese buffet. soon there after I get up to do the same; the owner watches me in disgust as he points to a sign that says "3 hour limit", 30 minutes left.
the taste of shrimp has passed through my taste buds almost continually for my allotted time to the point that I don't even notice it anymore. the only taste still left is the taste of my ice cold root beer that I sip from time to time to reassure myself that I haven't lost my sense of taste.
the seconds sprint and the minutes walk as I feel the anger in the air at my presence but I pay it no mind. the chopsticks are getting hard to use so I switch to a fork and eventually I just scoop them in with my bare hand.
walking becomes difficult so I get the idea of eating them straight from the dish it was served. my pink starts turning pale gray, maybe just my mind, maybe it's the shrimp, cannot tell for sure.
"15 minutes" says the ever impatient owner but I can't seem to pay attention to what he says so I continue.
my belly, ever growing with time causes me to arch my back in hopes of relief but then my vision starts shifting blue and shatters.
the hair from my head which at one point had a pungent fishy smell is now falling off and my fingers congeal into two appendages which is enough for me to keep eating so I pay it no mind.
"5 minutes" the owner is counting down the seconds at this point and start to make his way over to me in case he needs to pull me away, but that won't be necessary, he knows nothing of my goal.
chewing was a hassle and so I decided not to chew, my jaw was dislocated anyways so who cares.
a shooting pain shoots through my back and my skin starts to burn up but there's still some left.
"90 seconds"
for the first time I feel a sense of fear, I might fail, but I can't this is my only chance so I continue.
the owner starts to countdown and everyone else at the buffet join her, some out of relief to see me leave, some out of amazement from my grit, others to not be left out.
my eyes bulge out in agony and my face feels like it just got hit with a hammer. I drop to the ground as my body convulses and my heartbeat speeds up, it's basically a hum at this point. in an instance all of my nerve endings fire; my brain, to protect itself, numbs everything so it just ends up feeling like a hot flash.
"10. 9. 8. 7."
I gasp for air, perhaps during my meal I had forgotten to breath but now the air feels like I am inhaling sandpaper so I try to hold my breath.
I feel two sharp pokes by my temples which turn to a stabbing sensation until the pain becomes so unbearable that I let out a shriek emptying out my longs in the process.
"6. 5. 4."
I take another gasp for air and now the stabbing pains go to my abdomen and again I let out a scream.
"3. 2."
with the little vision I still have I look ahead to see 2 thick strands from the side of my head. I look down and I see more pairs of strands oozing out of me.
my skin is now hard and a very unsaturated blue. my legs now flat and oval.
"1"
my transformation into a shrimp is now complete and I can finally rest easy
it really is as shrimple as that
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the taste of shrimp has passed through my taste buds almost continually for my allotted time to the point that I don't even notice it anymore. the only taste still left is the taste of my ice cold root beer that I sip from time to time to reassure myself that I haven't lost my sense of taste.
the seconds sprint and the minutes walk as I feel the anger in the air at my presence but I pay it no mind. the chopsticks are getting hard to use so I switch to a fork and eventually I just scoop them in with my bare hand.
walking becomes difficult so I get the idea of eating them straight from the dish it was served. my pink starts turning pale gray, maybe just my mind, maybe it's the shrimp, cannot tell for sure.
"15 minutes" says the ever impatient owner but I can't seem to pay attention to what he says so I continue.
my belly, ever growing with time causes me to arch my back in hopes of relief but then my vision starts shifting blue and shatters.
the hair from my head which at one point had a pungent fishy smell is now falling off and my fingers congeal into two appendages which is enough for me to keep eating so I pay it no mind.
"5 minutes" the owner is counting down the seconds at this point and start to make his way over to me in case he needs to pull me away, but that won't be necessary, he knows nothing of my goal.
chewing was a hassle and so I decided not to chew, my jaw was dislocated anyways so who cares.
a shooting pain shoots through my back and my skin starts to burn up but there's still some left.
"90 seconds"
for the first time I feel a sense of fear, I might fail, but I can't this is my only chance so I continue.
the owner starts to countdown and everyone else at the buffet join her, some out of relief to see me leave, some out of amazement from my grit, others to not be left out.
my eyes bulge out in agony and my face feels like it just got hit with a hammer. I drop to the ground as my body convulses and my heartbeat speeds up, it's basically a hum at this point. in an instance all of my nerve endings fire; my brain, to protect itself, numbs everything so it just ends up feeling like a hot flash.
"10. 9. 8. 7."
I gasp for air, perhaps during my meal I had forgotten to breath but now the air feels like I am inhaling sandpaper so I try to hold my breath.
I feel two sharp pokes by my temples which turn to a stabbing sensation until the pain becomes so unbearable that I let out a shriek emptying out my longs in the process.
"6. 5. 4."
I take another gasp for air and now the stabbing pains go to my abdomen and again I let out a scream.
"3. 2."
with the little vision I still have I look ahead to see 2 thick strands from the side of my head. I look down and I see more pairs of strands oozing out of me.
my skin is now hard and a very unsaturated blue. my legs now flat and oval.
"1"
my transformation into a shrimp is now complete and I can finally rest easy
it really is as shrimple as that
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