Jeffrey Saint Thomas Alejandro de Smith a la Jojo the Pickle

I watched Phillip day after day eat different pickles out of the jar. Some of them were skinny, and some fat. I also watched as Phillip would stand on the scale every day and then would start to cry. He was eating way too much, and the scale was proof. It was the next day that Phillip had taken his long vacation. I had wanted to be eaten for my entire life, and the chance was slipping away. 2 weeks later when Phillip still hadn't returned, I started to get sick. I was puking every day in my own pickle jar, and it was starting to fill. Now only my neck and head remain above the jar. I hope that Phillip will return soon so I can be eaten at last and freed from this terrible place. OHHHHH!!!!! Here it comes again. Blagh!

The poor pickle named Jeffrey Saint Thomas Alejandro de Smith a la Jojo had drowned in his own puke.

The tomato Rico Jones watched from a distance s one of his greatest friends who he had never even met died slowly.