. .:::::. .::::::::. ...:::::::::.. :::::::::::: ..:::::::::::::::::.. ::::: :::: .::: ::::::: :::. :::::. : :: ::::: :: :::::::. : ::: : :::::::::. ::: :::::::: ::: ::::: ::::: : :::: ::::: oxic :::......:::: hock .:::::::. ::::::::::: ::::::::::: ::::::::: presents Trix Are For Kids by Gross Genitalia Toxic File #55 Centre of Eternity 615.552.5747 40 megs Lots of Files - HQ of Toxic Shock [TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS][TS] "Ooh, I hope no one's around!" "Nuh uh! No! Silly rabbit, Trix are for KIDS!" Sick of this commercial? I am. The Trix Commercial. It sucks. It's stupid. It's totally uninteresting because due to large misfortune, the true story of the Trix Rabbit was covered up by Universal Studios in embarrassment. General Mills cereal held its corporate heads in the shadows in shame. It went something like this. "Trix commercial, Take Two" The bright, sparkling red box of Trix cereal sat eagerly waiting on the cloth-covered table of the set. The children stood poised and ready just outside the camera's view. The rabbit was unleashed and it bounded up to the table, and snatched up the box greedily. It ripped off the top, dug its hands into the bag, and JUMP! The children sprung onto the set, took away the box, and chanted the ever-famous line: "Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids!" The cheap little bastards took the rabbit's cereal, poured it into a bowl of juice from a cow's udders, and ate it. Talk about one pissed rabbit. This commercial did not suit the director. "Trix Commercial, Take Three" A similar situation. This went on and on, over and over, until the rabbit tamed himself and a 30-second commercial of perfection was reached. It aired for 3 weeks. And the routine began again. This time a different set, a different studio, same product in question. Trix cereal. And again, as always, the Trix Rabbit did not get his cereal. Another commercial of perfection, it aired this time for four weeks. The rabbit had reached his peak of anger. But the millions of kids across the country to whom this colorful commercial appealed, they knew not the personal feelings of the rabbit; they did not know his side of the story, of his agony and torture which the producers had put him through. He had tried so desperately to contact Animal Rights Activists, but his success was none; no mail was delivered from him by the greedy and money-hungry bastards of General Mills. The embarrassment of "The Big G" occurred. Yes, it was covered up, the story you never knew. The Trix Rabbit -- got his Trix. On one particular shooting of the commercial the director and cameraman met in a conference room to discuss some new footage with the children. The rabbit came prepared; he had stolen an army-issue lockpick set and picked the lock on his cage. He snuck to the set and investigated its every inch. Yes! No one was around, no one was in sight. The Trix Rabbit stood alone on set number five, in a fake kitchen setting with a real box of Trix cereal. Greedy hands snatched the box. He leaped up onto the table and took a pose of victory! He shouted a rabbit scream! And no one came! He ripped the box open with a certain air of violence, and tore the paper bagging with great victorious rips. He took out a handful of the crunchy cereal and adorned his white body with its rainbow of splendor! Aaaah, that feeling of power he had so longed for! He pulled yet another handful and shoved it into his filled, drooling mouth. He crunched, waiting for that perfect moment when all the fruity taste of Trix Cereal would burst in his mouth, a watering flavor of ecstacy! The moment came. It sucked. The Trix cereal which he so glamourously ate fucking sucked shit. It was the most awful and repulsive shit he had ever eaten in his life of pain. All his life! All his fucking damned life he had waited for the proud moment where he would finally get his damned Trix cereal, and it turned out to be a hoax. All the commercials, all the publicity. LIES! LIES! Millions of children led into a false sense of security with a cereal that delivered nothing which it promised. It was not fruity, and delicious, and mouth-watering good, it tasted like cardboard, like dried rotten cardboard. It fucking sucked. The rabbit felt as if everything he had lived for was lost. Gone. The Trix Rabbit stood in utter disappointment on Set Number Five of Universal Studios. He drew a Derringer. He shot himself. (c)1990 Toxic Shock. By Gross Genitalia. How depressing.