A Fierce Cracker Crunch

My stomach started howling like a wild beast the second I vaulted onto the top stair landing! Sitting right near the corner of our welcome mat was a thick, golden sesame cracker, completely forgotten and snapping with crisp aroma. It was practically the size of a stone shield! I didn't hesitate for a second. I charged forward, dropped into a low horse stance, and drove a solid palm strike right into its center seam. Crack! It snapped cleanly in two, showering salted crumbs across the concrete. I hoisted one half with both hands and sank my teeth straight in—savory, nutty, and bursting with raw fuel!