Do you not see it ahead of us? It taunts us, calls to us, begs for its destruction.

Look out neatly the shirts are folded, the pants look perfect. The workers spent such careful time in this display, and it shows.

It must be destroyed.

Woe be it to the retail slaves! Show no mercy on their displays. In truth, we know the item we seek is not here, nor is it in that mysterious dimension known only as “the back,” for we asked one of the workers, and they speak the truth. It is not our truth, though, so we must destroy.

We are the cat eyeing the Christmas tree.

We are the toddler heading to the jenga game.

We are the soul sucking destroyers of dreams, a hurricane of humanity.

Are you open?