The Imp looked up at the food cart owner with his unblinking glowing marble eyes. On the floor was a small sandwich, much alike those piled on the food cart owner's food cart. The owner, a balding man in his late thirties clad in perfectly generic clothing and an overly clean apron, looked down on the Imp, "Listen I'm sorry about the sandwich little guy. But you still have to pay for it. Once I put it in your hands it is your responsibility not mine." The Imp cocked its head in confusion, "But I didn't eat it? You pay for food to eat it right? I didn't eat it." The old man sighed "Kiddo we do this every other day. This is the third sandwich you've dropped on the floor. I can't keep giving you freebies. I need to preserve my food for people who will actually pay me for it. If you can't pay for this one, I can't have you keep coming back here."
The Imp chirped irritably and stomped up and down shaking its arms, "But I wanna eat your sandwhichs! They look really really good! The eating just doesn't work! I don't have enough money to pay for broken food!" The man scowled, "Broken food? It isn't broken until you drop it on the ground! Which you keep doing." The Imp shook his head, "Nu uh! My friend Sorano gave me food that I can eat, all I have to do is put it in my mouth and wait and then it goes away and I ate it! Your food doesn't do that! Its broken!" Finally at his limit the man grabbed the Imp's arm, "That's enough from you kid! Cops cops! I got a dine and dasher!" The Imp squealed and flailed about but his little wooden arms were no match for the mighty sandwich man. "Help! Help! Someone help!"
The Imp chirped irritably and stomped up and down shaking its arms, "But I wanna eat your sandwhichs! They look really really good! The eating just doesn't work! I don't have enough money to pay for broken food!" The man scowled, "Broken food? It isn't broken until you drop it on the ground! Which you keep doing." The Imp shook his head, "Nu uh! My friend Sorano gave me food that I can eat, all I have to do is put it in my mouth and wait and then it goes away and I ate it! Your food doesn't do that! Its broken!" Finally at his limit the man grabbed the Imp's arm, "That's enough from you kid! Cops cops! I got a dine and dasher!" The Imp squealed and flailed about but his little wooden arms were no match for the mighty sandwich man. "Help! Help! Someone help!"