I have always loved eating.

Ever since I was a child, anything that could fit in my mouth, I ate.

Nothing could stop my voracious appetite.

I could digest anything, from raw pufferfish to solid metal (I was curious about the taste).

However, one day as I was taking a stroll, a delectable scent wafted to my nose.

As I glanced around, I tracked the smell to a tiny pink stone on the side of the road.

Curious, I picked it up, threw it in my mouth, swallowed, and waited for the flavor to hit my tastebuds.

And then everything went black.

So now here I was, sitting in this completely white room, with a figure enshrouded in white light sitting on a stool in front of me.

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"You died," a calming, deep voice emanated from the figure.

"How?" I asked, fidgeting around on the uncomfortable chair.

"By explosion."

"???"

"You shouldn't have eaten that rock," the figure said, exasperated. "Why would you pick up a rock on the side of the road and eat it anyways?"

"It smelled nice," I responded. "But why would a rock cause me to explode?"

"It contained a large quantity of energy that your body couldn't handle," sighed the figure. "Anyways, this is my fault. That rock was not meant to appear in your world."

"So who are you? God?" I questioned.

"Not exactly. I am simply an administrator and Earth is one of many worlds that fall under my jurisdiction."

"Is this Heaven?" I asked.

"Unfortunately for you, no. You have not achieved enough good deeds throughout your life to be admitted to Heaven," the figure replied. "But since your death was partly due to my mistake, I shall resurrect you in another world."

"I can't go back to Earth?"

"Well," the figure slowly began. "There were witnesses to your death. Such as a school bus full of children."

"Oh."

"Since you're going to be living in another world, I will grant you one wish that isn't too ridiculous," said the figure.

I thought long and hard about it before I responded.

"I want to be able to eat whatever I want."

"Wish granted. I wish you the best of luck," the figure replied as it snapped its fingers.