Jing heard IBS yelling in the other room, he remained still thinking and then grabbing a bowl of cereal. He poured the tiny GPflakes into the bowl and then poured the milk on top. they had a unique tatse to them, almost like they had been stolen from another cereal. Slowly he scarfed down the cereal, almost inhaling it he ate it so fast. The after taste tasted terrible like it always had, and of course it still tasted as if he had eaten another cereal that tasted exactly like it. He put the thought at the back of his mind and scuffled back to his room, sitting in front of the drawing table with the words GP at the top. He made little marks here and there, being sure that everything was right, and then put down his pencil, admiring the outline for gp that he had been thinking about lately.