Check Mix.txt ✦ Updated

At the top sat the . Dark, sturdy, and heavily lacquered in garlic seasoning, they were the undisputed aristocrats of the bag. They knew they were everyone’s first pick, and they acted like it, lounging near the top of the plastic seal.

When the human reached in for a "Prime Chip," their fingers met only the dry, unyielding surface of a Pretzel. Then another. And another. check mix.txt

The human sighed. "Ugh, it’s all pretzels," they muttered, and—in a move that sent shockwaves through the bag—they At the top sat the