The Bag of Cursed Chips

A bag of cursed chips

A bag of potato chips so full of residual spite, it actively rejects being eaten by you. They whisper insults and promises of a terrible flavor. The crunch you hear is the sound of your dreams being crushed.

Warning: Do not attempt to open. They will escape and hide in the darkest corners of your house, and then you'll never find them. It's their little game.

$4.99

TRY TO BUY THEM ANYWAY
← Retreat, coward