The story of a Dirty Fish and A Lonely Baked Bean.

There was once a deep-fried piece of fish meat battered, oily, tasty and ready to be eaten. Life was cruel, the piece of fish meat was unfortunate. 

Upon hitting the green canteen table trodden on by scavenging mynahs and wiped by bacteria-infested dodgy-looking (in terms of cleanliness) rags, fish meat in case was unceremonially abandoned from Stall 4 plate. 

But it wasn't all grief, for there was baked bean. Bean in case was not the most appetising, bean too was unceremonially thrown out of plate. 

Dirty Fish and Baked Bean sought solace in each other. 

I'm sorry, this title had so much more potential. But it's 1.45am, and I'm dry. Will work on story another time. Can be extremely powerful and meaningful, this story. Salivate. Will spend time on this. In the meantime, my bed beckons!