Not My Jenga

While playing Jenga in your living room one Saturday afternoon; you're interrupted by a knock at the door. You carefully move away from your Jenga tower as any sudden movements would make it come crashing down. Luckily you move away with no catastrophe and make your way to the door. You turn the knob and open the door to find a tall man dressed in a fine tailored black suit. His matching black tie was neatly set over his water blue dress shirt. He held a cigarette between his tips at the far left corner of his mouth. His hair sleek glossy blond hair combed over so much that you could only see the one side of his face but the most eccentric feature about him was the way his eyebrow began with a curl and then looped out straight over his eye. In his hands he held a plate of food that had a euphoric aroma as the scent was inhaled by your nose. "Thank you for faving a piece at Mobis-New-Nest" says the man in the suite. He hands you plate but you put out your hands and kindly decline. Suddenly his foot comes up and slams into the drywall a few centimetres away from your ear. You look over at his foot to see it engulfed in flames and the heat begins to cause the side of your face to trickle with sweat. "Millions starve to death everyday which is why food should never be wasted, I implore you to accept this plate on behalf of Mobis-New-Nest" says the man in the suit. He glares at you with fire in his eyes. You smile out of fear and take the plate from him. His foot comes down and the flames disappear. Then he takes a puff of his cigarette and then begins walking towards the sunset and disappears. You walk back to the living room with the plate in your hand and find that your Jenga tower as come crashing down. Within an instant you yell out an obscenity and curse Mobis-New-Nest.