The Cinnamon Diaries (Volume One)
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Greed.
No answers.
The beginning of the end of the beginning[edit | edit source]
It made him sick.
- The smell of cinnamon.
It was the bane of his existence.
- Cinnamon
Marvin worked DAY and NIGHT AND DAY AND NIGHT AND DAY AND NIGHT at that WRETCHED Cinnamon Factory.
WHY?? ? ? ? ?
Wake up.
Take shower.
Get dressed.
Drink coffee.
Wait in traffic.
Get to work.
AND CINNAMON, CINNAMON, CINNAMON, CINNAMON, CINNAMON.
“Well Cinnamon pays the bills, eh?”
Life and CINNAMON went HAND in HAND didn't they?
HA.
HA.
HA.
Poor Marvin.
Poor Marvin.
La de FUCKING da.
Alas, poor Marvin[edit | edit source]
“HEY Marv, you watch the game last night?”
NO.
NO.
NO.
IS IT HIS FAULT THIS JOB DOESN'T PAY ENOUGH FOR MORE THAN BASIC CABLE?!
Calm.
Down.
Clipboard, CHECK!
Inspection, CHECK!
Workers, CHECK!
Monotony, CHECK!
Cinnamon, CHECK! CHECK! CHECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is there life beyond this factory?
I DOUBT IT!
Walk into the manager's office, Marvin!
HE NEEDS to SPEAK with YOU!
“Cinnamon Toast CRUNCH MY HEAD IN A TRASH COMPACTOR, PLEASE!”
- Hi, BOSSMAN!
- HI MARVEY!
- What do you need me to do? (please say BLOW MY BRAINS OUT)
- YOU'RE FIRED.
- Hi, BOSSMAN!
YES!
- JUST KIDDING, SAID BOSSMAN, YOU NEED TO WORK WEEKENDS NOW!
- WHY?
- CINNAMON DOESN'T MAKE ITSELF, HA, HA, HA! I'm TOO funny!
No ONE IS WORKING FOR THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!![edit | edit source]
You know you can hear a slow and painful death in the Cinnamon Factory when it's empty?
THEY SAY IT'S TRUE-UE!
You know it's empty on the weekends?
MARVIN COULD HEAR DEATH.
Wait, no.
He could actually hear- no.
No.
No.
He is mistaken.
IT CAN'T BE.
“It can be my dearest CHILD.”
SCREAMS
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Walk around the corner, MARV.
Walk and walk and walk.
LOOK INTO THE GLASS WINDOW!
YOU SEE IT?
THE PEOPLE LINING UP TO GET KILLED?
Marv saw it.
He saw it.
A scene no one could unsee.
He watched them line up.
He watched them get squeezed.
He SAW the cinnamon being extracted.
This couldn't be HAPPENING.
HE LONGED FOR HIM TO BE IN THERE.
SQUEEZE THE CINNAMON OUT OF HIM LIKE THEY SQUEEZE OUT THE LIFE/
Cinnamon comes from people?
OR DO PEOPLE COME FROM CINN-A-MON?
Questions, ANSWERS, Question your ANSWERS!
MARVIN, MARVIN, MARVIN[edit | edit source]
Marvin was trapped.
Cage.
Four sides
- HEY BOSSMAN!
- WHAT'S UP, MARVEY?
- ARE YOU KILLING PEOPLE FOR CINNAMON?
- UH, NO! UH, HOW MUCH DO YOU KNOW?
- ENOUGH.
- UH, JUST KNOW I TRIED TO DO MY BEST.
Bang.
OUR HERO Marvin STOOD over BOSSMAN'S body.
BOSSMAN KILLED HIMSELF, RIGHT!????
RIGHT????
Please help, asked Marvin.
Of whom, it is unknown.
Marvin RAN.
RAN.
And ran.
And ran.
And ran.
The Cinnamon Factory seemed longer than before.
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?
All of the Cinnamon Factory workers CHASED HIM.
SHOUTING!
SHOUTING!
SHOUTING!
“The only way out is gone”
OUT THE DOOR.
And into... the Cinnamon Factory?
No.
No.
No.
THIS ONLY HAPPENS IN MOVIES.
Not to MARVIN.
Not to HIM!
NOT TO MARVIN.
SPARE US THE DETAILS[edit | edit source]
MARVIN kept running and running and running and running and running.
NO A-VAIL!
HE kept REAPPEARING in the Cinnamon Factory.
The crowd was getting larger.
His mother?
His father?
His psychiatrist?
ALL IN THE CROWD!
He could stop RUNNING!
They caught him.
THEY looked at him!
They killed him.
Fade to black...
...Fade in from black...
Marvin blinked.
He was in the Cinnamon Factory.
Phew, THAT WAS A DREAM.
THANK GOD, PEOPLE WEREN'T being MADE INTO CINNAMON.
THANK GOD.
Marvin looked forward.
No!
NO!
NO!!!!
Marvin was in line.
He was next.
He looked up.
The machine turned on.
He was relieved.