The Last Wish of a One-Star Cracker

They found an old tin in the warehouse. When it opened, gold text flashed. [BASE: Rejected chicken flavor.] [CATALYST: One bite of actual chicken.] [PRICE: Pursue every aroma trying to escape.] [RIDDLE-HEART: Even cold soup is fragrant when someone is waiting for you.] General Crunch sprang from the new wrapper, now half as tall as a person. It looked less like a joke and more like a battered soldier. With an outraged cry, it drove its spear through the old picture of soup. Every abandoned packet in the factory began to shake. “It's materializing!” Su shouted. Seasoning poured from broken cartons and formed dozens of fist-sized cracker chickens. Xiaoman grabbed a warehouse scanner, struck one, and yelled, “INVENTORY REJECTED!”