Yes! I’d love a concept please!
Hoho hehehe Well, here's a special concept just for you; plucked delicately from or finest concept trees.
A television flickers to life and on the screen is a middle aged man in a blue polo shirt with some sort of company logo. He's standing behind the island of an idyllic house kitchen. He looks out at you through the jittering light of the screen and begins gesticulating wildly while walking through the kitchen set. "Have you ever had this problem?" He points at a clean, empty counter. "Well have we got the product for you!" He shouts,"Introducing the--" the screen shakes in static and his words are scrambled and distorted.
You look away from the screen. You're somewhere dark. All you can see is pitch blackness and the light of the television set. You try to get up but you find your arms and legs are bound to the cheap plastic chair you sit on. You look back at the screen.
The static has cleared and now you see the same man holding some kind of plastic tool. It's composed of many moving parts and blinking lights. It strikes you as dangerous, yet domestic. "It'll turn boring old countertops…" He points the device at the counter and presses a button. Blinding white light explodes out of the tiny machine and the counter begins to wobble and distort in space. A ripple in reality scutters up the counter and cabinets as if the thing shuttered. The whole thing bubbled into a facsimile of the original counter constructed entirely of living tissue. The man walked over to the flesh cabinetry and stroked the hair that covered the imitation of a countertop as it breathed through its cabinet doors. "Finally: soft, warm countertops nice enough to lounge on!" He knelt down and patted the cabinets. "And, as an added bonus, you get a brand new friend for the whole family to enjoy! No more crumbs or spills…" He tosses some bread crumbs on the ground in front of the counter-thing. The bottom of the thing opened slightly, revealing a dark fleshy orifice out of which slithered a pink veiny tongue that licked up all the crumbs before retracting back into the creature. "Your new friend will clean it for you!"
You struggle to escape the chair. In a desperate bid, you start rocking the chair back and forth until you fall to one side, the blue light of the television flickering across your face. Your fall made a loud bang and soon after, you hear the shuffling of footsteps.
You're sweating, panting, but you can't scream. My god, why can't you scream? You can't even speak!Where the fuck are you?
A figure emerges from the shadows, and steps toward you. It's a different man in the same uniform worn by the man in the commercial. His face was dominated by a haunting smile.
He points the same device at you.
"I hope you understand now."
You are alive, but everything is dark. You can hear voices and the shuffling of feet.
"And there you are, Mr and Ms Robinson! A brand new premium counter!"
"Oh, wow honey! Isn't it wonderful!"
"It sure is, Judy. Mighty fine piece of cabinetry!"
You're hungry, starving. You smell food. You can feel your mouth open and your tongue licks the ground. There is no taste.
"Oh, wow! Look Brad, it's already getting to work!"
You want to scream but you cannot.
"How long do these cabinets typically last?"
"Oh, they can live for hundreds of years if you treat them right! Now, I must be off! I hope you enjoy, have a great day!"
"We do, and you as well!"
You want to die, but you cannot.
There is only darkness and the cold, kitchen floor.
Wow, that sure was one tasty concept! I hope you enjoyed! Be sure to tell all your friends about my concept farm, I do enjoy the business!
