The Power of Food
There were three friends who all worked at the same factory, who cares which one. Every day they'd sit together on their lunches and eat their food, having joyous conversation as they did. In the factory they're nameless, but I'll have a heart and give them some fun names. We'll say Ed, Edd, and Eddy to keep things simple (subject to change).
Every day Ed brings in a nice, juicy burger than internally he can't stand. He bought a giant pack of burgers and felt the need to go through them as fast as possible, so he always had on in his lunch.
Edd always had two tacos with him, packed with care so the hard shells wouldn't shatter if he dropped his bag.
Eddy always had a pizza. He liked pizza.
One day they were around the table and Ed spoke something odd.
"I'm tired of having burgers. If I have one more in my lunch, I'm jumping off the roof of this building."
Edd nodded and slapped his tacos off the table. They crushed loudly against the wall. "Poor tacos, but you're right. I'm done with these, they're awful. I'll join you if I get the same."
Eddy laughed and set down his slice of pizza. "I'm not even Italian."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Nothing, but if I get this one more time too I'll join y'all."
The next day comes around, and they all get the same meal.
They climb to the roof and jump. I didn't think they were serious.
The next week their wives are all standing at their funeral, sad over the event that took their husbands.
Ed's wife speaks first. "If he had just told me that he didn't want burger's, I wouldn't have packed them for him."
Eddy's wife speaks next. "Exactly. He just needed to speak up and now I feel bad."
Edd's wife finally speaks. "He packs his own lunch."