She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. None of this made any sense. She had taken one disgusting whiff of the fried food placed on her table, and suddenly found herself swapping bodies with the mozzarella sticks.
Her former body smiled as it looked straight forward with a blank expression. It didn’t make sense. There were no way mozzarella sticks would even be able to breathe in her body, let alone smile, and yet they were somehow functioning as a human.
It was just as nonsensical that she was now in the body of the fried snack on the table. They didn’t have any brains to think with, yet she was still thinking. Somehow she saw herself, even without eyes. Yet screaming -- with no mouth that wasn’t happening. There was no way to move either, and she would soon be at he mercy of a very hungry man.






























