Word story (forgot to upload on here)

The man calmly walked out of the building onto the pavement leading to his the parking lot. His ostentatious car often caught looks from women and envious men. He was the CEO of a large corporation and did not give any effort to keep his financial success a secret. The Mercedes was a future model, with only a few existing on the planet. It didn’t stop at that though; it was then customized exactly to his liking after purchase. He wanted on the best things for himself, the best cars, house, electronics, even women. He lived a lavished and splendid life, and nothing in this world was going to stop him from doing so. This man had everything he could ever imagine and possibly want yet there was still something missing in his life and he couldn’t put his finger on it until that fateful day, when he was hit dead in the face with a board. He woke up three days later with a huge concussion, all he could remember was the new in and out list from the show funkeyziet mit Bruno. He knew what he needed to do. He knew fungus was out so he had to get all of it out from between his putrid toes. He remembered that clocks were now in. The man rushed to the clock store and purchased the most expensive clock. The man also bought a glistening chain, and fastened the clock to the chain and placed upon his neck. Upon arrival at his house, he noticed a smudge on his brand new clock so he rushed to the pantry to grab a washcloth to wash the smudge off. While in the kitchen he caught a whiff of something scrumptious. Mmmmm…it was blueberry cobbler! His maid lumbered out of the kitchen, wiping her slightly sweaty brow with her apron. “That better be for me,” he condescendingly affronted her, slapping her across the rump. “One moment sir, I forgot to sprinkle the sugar on top,” Joanna replied, sauntering back into the kitchen. She let the wooden door shut behind her, then spit into the cobbler, her saliva covering it like a wet dew in the morning grass. She was sick and tired of being harassed and downtrodden by this man who thought he could rule the world with his money, an Ebenezer Scrooge (prior to his ghostly visits) in his humanity. He ate the cobbler all up when brought out to him. The all of a sudden his face squeezed into a tight spasm and he began to scream a shrill ear shredding sound “FANTASTIC!!!!!”