"Crumb Control to Captain Munchie: Any sign of foreign debris?"
"Negative. We've got Berry Crackles to the East, Marshmallows to the West, Graham Crackers at your six. No imminent danger at this time. Will inform upon foreign sugar filled morsel encounter. Over!"
A canvas of possibility, colored magnificently for the occasion, yet inevitably disposable. Though my life be short, I witness the Joy of my purpose. And they love me for it.