Watched

Trach watched the gaudy red pack of tapioca chips, which lay enticingly on its palm, for several minutes and contemplated its potential nutritional value. Like any other health conscious freak, it too paid careful attention to the negligible (debatable) figures printed at the back of the packet foolishly. A logical human mind would reason more sensibly that those insignificant numbers are unquestionably false; which company would risk their sales by being truthful about a couple of useless numerics whose key roles were solely to help the consumer's get over his guilty conscience at having ingurgitated so much fats. But when it came to the high caloried spicy tapioca chips, Trach was like a child begging for its crunchy chocolate Pokey stick.

Finally convinced that it was indeed safe, Trach tore the pack open cautiously and fingered the sticky snack before picking up a piece. Pure esctacy. Serving the same sensational purpose as the illicit substance, the chip got Trach so high that it started to tango with an asomatous "Mister Air". Never heard that it takes two to dance the tango?

Back at the bureau, Jamie Glass was pleased as he watched his prey in hysterics from the video screen. It was time to send in Zee Froggies.