Short Story

It was cool and damp in the forest of spirits.  The recently set sun had lead to a night lit by a cold, brilliant moon.  A soft mist bathed the dirt floor, one which was illuminated in radiant, silver moonlight.  A man wearing a rugged brown coat perfectly complimented the scene as he pushed onward.  Stumbling upon a clearing, the man immediately recognized his goal:  the temple that stood just feet ahead.  "Finally," he muttered, "I've found the temple of the Dorito."

Another man stood just beyond the backdrop, visibly annoyed.  "How," he exclaimed, "did this script possibly get approved!?"  This man, presumably the producer, was angered with good reason:  the above script was roundabout, obtuse, and lacked direction.  How this would incentivize anyone to purchase Doritos is anyone's guess.

The producer continued bellowing toward the director, who looked on fearfully.  He knew what we all know well:  his job wouldn't last the night.

The director, newly unemployed, sat alone at home.  He reached over for his one and only comfort, a tantalizing bag of Cool Ranch Doritos.  When in a tough spot in life, sometimes Cool Ranch Doritos are all you need.  Order now, and we'll throw in a free can of Mountain Dew with every purchase.