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Fellow Earthlings, commanders, civilians, and anyone currently chewing on something that is not ammunition…
This is S1L3NC3R, reporting live from the front.
I repeat: live.
Because at this rate, I’m not sure how long I’ll stay that way.
We attempted to deploy the new “non-edible” bullets.
Unfortunately, they taste like caramel.
We lost six soldiers immediately.
Not to enemy fire
But to snacking themselves unconscious.
Private O’Malley shouted, “THESE PAIR GREAT WITH COFFEE!”
And then it was over.
Command ordered a training drill.
Lieutenant Hargrave:
“TAKE COVER!”
Troops:
“TAKE SNACKS!”
They swarmed the ammo crate like piranhas with helmets.
I have never seen grown adults unhinge their jaws like that.
We are down to three usable bullets.
One is bent.
One is sticky.
The third is missing, but we hear crunching.
Enemy forces have rolled in a gourmet food truck.
Bright neon sign.
Menu items written in cursive.
The smell is devastating.
Half our squad surrendered temporarily for tacos.
They rejoined us ten minutes later complaining about the seasoning.
Private Jenkins remains glowing.
Operation “Stop Jenkins From Eating Everything” has failed.
Our new nutritionist arrived, took one look at soldiers dipping bullets in barbecue sauce, whispered
“This is above my pay grade,”
and walked into the sunset.
We have sent scouts to retrieve him.
They did not return.
Possibly because the enemy food truck is now offering churros.
We are requesting:
Ammo that cannot be eaten, licked, or slow-roasted
Counseling teams for snack-related addiction
A replacement nutritionist (preferably one with high morale and low taste sensitivity)
Tactical anti-food-truck measures (nets? cones? unclear.)
Supplies are running low.
Soldiers are running slower.
Jenkins is glowing brighter.
If anyone is listening…
Please send help.
Or send lunch.
Preferably both.
— S1L3NC3R,
Reporting Live,
Hungry, Concerned, and Possibly Surrounded by Food Trucks
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