A Lesson on Bandaids

I wrote this one also in January 2007. This was about a guy named "Batdaddy" from a site I visited (and sometimes still do visit on occasion) called StationZer0. It was inspired because he really was eating cheeto's when I wrote this.
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Thomas led a very satisfied life. He had a loving wife and 2 very beautiful little girls. Men envied his wit and charms and the ladies were always longing after him. While he may not have made the most money, he lived a life full of love and laughter, and that is all that he needed.

One day Thomas was at home, his wife and children were away at her sisters' house. He had just sat down in front of his computer with his bag of Cheeto's. As he plunged his hand down into the bag to reach for the cheesiest of Cheeto's, he got some of the cheese dust in a cut on his finger he had gotten earlier.

"Ow!" he exclaimed aloud. He immediately licked the aching cut. It was cheesy good, but the cheese dust had already gotten into the cut so far down, not even scraping it with his teeth could get it out. After a few minutes the pain subsided and Thomas forgot all about it. He went on with the rest of this night as he normally would.

The next morning Thomas awoke like he always would, giving his wife a kiss on her forehead before going to the bathroom to get ready for work. He brushed his teeth and got into the shower as always. It was until he was on his way to work he noticed an orange tinge to his right hand. He brought his hand to his face and turned it over trying to find the source of the color change. Then he saw the cut on his middle finger. The cut was a darker orange than the rest of the hand. You could call the color 'cheese dust orange' as that was the shade. He told himself he must have not paid attention to washing his hand enough while in the shower and decided to do it when he got to work.

Once he got to work, he was so busy he forgot about his 'cheese dust orange' hand, and went on working. He continued to work until lunch when he went out to get some nachos, he was in the mood for something cheesy.

It wasn't until he was washing his hands in the men's restroom that he noticed the lighting in there made his face and arms look the same color that his hand was this morning. "Someone needs to change these lights," he said to himself, and dried his hands to go back to work.

When he got back home, Thomas felt very strange. He smelled cheese all around him, and had a very strong craving for any type of cheese product. He ran into the kitchen and scrounged the refrigerator for something cheesy to eat, but could not find anything. He ransacked the kitchen and could not find anything. He sat on the floor and brought his hands to his face in defeat. Wait, what was that? He smelled his hands. They smelled so much like cheese! He opened his eyes and looked at them. They looked like cheese. He stuck out his tongue and tentatively licked his hand. He tasted like cheese! Before he could stop himself, he took a huge bite of himself. Nacho cheese poured out his hand in place of blood, and he did not feel any pain. He had such a hunger he continued to eat his hand and arms and continued onto his feet, legs and torso until there was nothing left of him. When his wife returned home, walking into the kitchen to fix dinner, she yelled out loud "Who made such a mess in this kitchen?? There's cheese everywhere!"

That night, she sent out a missing person report for her husband Thomas. He has not been found yet.