you’re walking in the airfield
you’re all alone and the tower won’t answer
out of the corner of your eye you spot him
he’s following you about thirty feet back
he jumps on a baggage cart and steps on the gas
he’s gaining on you
you’re looking for your jet but you’re all turned around
he’s almost upon you now and you can see there’s toblerone on his face
my god there’s toblerone EVERYWHERE
running for your life
he’s brandishing a knife
lurking in the shadows
(via whishawesque)




