He made light work of the first one and before he knew it he'd eaten the full packet of six.
He jumped into his shoes and ran to the supermarket. He had to have more.
They had 32 packets and he bought them all. The till assistant regarded him with an arched eyebrow as she scanned the cakes.
When he got home he set about tearing off wrappers and eating cakes.
They were so damn good.
He went online in search of more, knowing that his current supply wasn't going to last long.
Within minutes he had placed an order which would be delivered later that day. 10,000 packs.
The delivery arrived and boxes were stacked neatly in the kitchen. He'd almost finished the ones he'd bought earlier, so it was quite timely.
Once the driver had gone he tore open a box.
The cakes were still amazing, but he didn't feel good. He suddenly vomited, a mixture of chocolate, sponge cake and orange jelly.
He vomited and vomited until he collapsed.
His wife returned a few hours later and screamed when she saw him.
Then she saw the cakes and tasted one.
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