-1 Not a chap

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This is not a chapter, just...ranting short story.

A fat dude was seen in front of his tv, with nothing but a T-shirt and potato chips on his left.

"This life is so fucking boring..." he depressingly thought out load, as he flipped through the channels.

Not finding anything to watch, he got up, and started to search through his fridge. Sighing, he got started to walk towards his phone, but had to make a few stops to catch his breath.

Grabbing the phone, he selected a number and called it, "Yuu, it's me Saiki, can you bring me food?" He asked, before hanging up, and going back to the couch.

Suddenly he felt a heart attack, and died on his couch, without pants.

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"Hello, disgusting mortal!" In a cheerful, disdainful voice shouted, a kid waved at the fat man.

"Am I dead?" The fat man asked, and stared at the kid's eyes with depression written all over his face.

"Yup, and since you have made an impact on your planet, I'll be forced to give you a few wishes." The kid said with a forceful smile, as his dissatisfaction could be seen in his eyes.

"How did I die? And, W-What did I exactly impact my world?" The fat man nervously asked, hoping it would be something... not embarrassing.

"You died from Diabetes and other fat problems. And, when your death was announced, it led to parents changing the menu, and kids started to change the way they behave and shit like that." The kid explained, as he started to fiddle with something in his hands.

"Cool, so, how many wishes do I get?!" The fat man asked excitedly, as he rubbed his hands together.

"3." The kid stated without a changed of his disdainful expression.

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End!

So; what I'm trying to say is... ALL OF US ARE OUT OF IDEAS ON HOW TO KILL OUR MCs, and FOR WHAT REASON WE GIVE THEM WISHES! As a community, we are cancer.@@