Midnight Interrogation of the Chip Bag

I shoved my whole snout straight into the crinkly silver folds of an unsealed pretzel bag. It was pitch black in the pantry, and I was so exhaustingly hungry that I yelled directly into the bag opening until my voice echoed back in my face. Salty crumbs coated my nose tip. The bag rustled aggressively, completely refusing to tip its contents directly into my gaping mouth, which was shockingly rude of it. I gave the foil a furious headbutt, flopped my round plush tummy right over the plastic clip, and loudly announced that all remaining twisted snacks now belonged to me before dozing off against the salt dust.