Marvin was craving tuna. But as he turned the can opener handle, a small voice cried, "Faster, it smells like fish in here!" The voice split him in half, torn between wanting to open the can and learn everything and needing to throw the can in the trash and burn the house down.
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Replying to @MicroFlashFic
That morning the tuna woke up inside a can. "I wish I were free!" he said with a touch of hopelessness. Then he heard a screech of metal on metal. A sliver of light warmed his gills until a fork squashed him between two slices of bread & he found himself in Marvin's belly.
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