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Limping between deserted alleyways, the Skittler huffed, "So many violent lunatics... need to refuel..."
His wrapper and legs scorched in various places, he peeked around a corner before spotting a small bakery, though he wasn't all that pleased at the prospect of going inside.
"Pah, to think anyone would waste their money on such inferior sweets! Well, it can serve as raw materials. Soon, ALL will taste the joys of the rainbow!"
Sneaking toward the back entrance, the Skittler folded his body and began sliding under the back door, though when it came time for his legs to slip through he ran into a predictable obstacle.
"Curses, I really should have seen that coming! Hurry up and compress already!" He spat as his legs slowly deflated, letting him slip entirely under. Luckily for his pride (as he wouldn't want to be caught dead consuming plastic and sweets from such plebian vendors), he stood up in a vacant supply-room filled with a wide variety of cakes and other baked goods, all wrapped in plastic.
After engulfing a few dozen of the packaged cakes, the monster thought aloud, "First, heal and refuel. Next, revenge? No, that's not my style, and those psychos would be hard to handle anyway. I can't lose sight of my dream! Everyone WILL enjoy my candies free of charge, or my name isn't the Skittler!"
"Hey! Who's back there?!" The bakery owner shouted, storming toward the supply-room.
"Augh! Gotta go!" The now-healing monster squealed, trying to squirm under the door he came in from, but his legs didn't deflate quickly enough for him to slip away totally unnoticed.
"The fuck are these deflating legs!? It must be a monster!" The baker yelled aloud as he started smacking the Skittler's legs with a rolling pin, though to little effect.
"You'll all see things my way! Just you wait!" The Skittler shouted through the door as he regained his footing and stood up in the alley.
