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Summary
Next week, Im going to be 31 years old.
I want to eat aBeyblade.
When my local game shop started selling Beyblade, I leapt in with both feet.
The Forbidden Fruit
The only problem is nostalgia isnt the only thingI want to indulgein.
As they sit on my desk, clear plastic gleaming in the sunlight, my mouth begins to water.
Naturally, some look more delicious than others.
The yellow ones in general tend to look more sumptuous than the rest.
My lizard brain wants it to be a zesty hit of lemon.
Steel Samurai should also be worried, though.
Clear red and blue plastic; the wonderful pairing of cherry and its best friend, the humble blackcurrant.
You have to pluck the bit off before eating, like twisting the stalk from a strawberry.
Even the metal itself looks sumptuous.
A candy coating on the gooey, fruity centre.
You may enjoy my delectable middle, but only after you have sampled the crunchy shell first.
Do you eat oyster shells?
Or a nice dip for the blades thousand island or guacamole, I presume.
Tear the ripcords from the launchers like you would the tail from a king prawn.
No, Scythe Incendio, you naughty little minx.
I cant eat you now, dinnertime is hours away yet and I dont want to ruin my appetite.
The friends you invited to your Beyblade dinner party.
They’re so hungry.
Im fully committed now.
I have invited guests, and together we shall dine.
A starter course of BX-series Beyblades, before proceeding to the main course of UX.
As my intestines become blocked and the blade pierces my stomach, I am happy.
I ate the Beyblade, and it was worth it.
