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...is the siren song of scents. Dear God, my mind practically shuts down as soon as I get a whiff of some popcorn. Somebody in the office just nuked themselves a bag and all I can think about is "Where is that coming from? How can I get some of that? It will be mine! It must!"
If aliens wanted to abduct humans en masse, they could just send the aroma of perfectly buttered popcorn wafting through neighborhoods across America. It could be blatantly coming from within the spaceship parked at the end of a cul de sac, and people would still walk right up to it. "Screw it, if they've got popcorn on board, I don't mind going on a little trip."
Popcorn is basically the only food I can think of that smells so good it always disappoints me when I actually eat it.
Anyway, just had to share... carry on...
If aliens wanted to abduct humans en masse, they could just send the aroma of perfectly buttered popcorn wafting through neighborhoods across America. It could be blatantly coming from within the spaceship parked at the end of a cul de sac, and people would still walk right up to it. "Screw it, if they've got popcorn on board, I don't mind going on a little trip."
Popcorn is basically the only food I can think of that smells so good it always disappoints me when I actually eat it.
Anyway, just had to share... carry on...