Prologue
The beats were large and purple. If looked at closely it gave the impression of a pulsating heart. He stared at them, wondering if they would feel pain if he stepped on them, but then he though he saw one of them move. Maybe it was a tick of the light...
The Beats
While Dick was letting the onions stew he tried walking toward the bathroom, but ended up running instead. His terrible cooking always gave him the runs and an upset stomach.
When he got out of the bathroom the onions where over cooked. He quickly took care of the overcooked food and gave a terrifying and wicked glare at the bag of beats; he had noticed something was wrong with them...
