Richie stared down at his lunch for a second. It was a grilled cheese sandwich.  

He could almost feel the breath of the mob chanting, “Eat him! Eat him! Eat him!”  

He looked to the right. He looked to the left. He looked straight ahead.   The hungry mob was still coming at him.  

Richie looked down again at the grilled cheese sandwich.

Amazingly enough, a face appeared saying, “Eat me…eat me…eat me!”