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My life can be divided into 2 parts, before and after the Obol. Before the Obol my life was a cornucopia if misery and suffering. The inevitable sogginess of my breakfast cereal caused me to live in a miasma of despair. The eldritch ability of the milk to foul Capt-Crunch or Raisin Bran Crunch seemed an impossible foe. With every snap crackle and pop, like drums in the deep, I knew the saturation was coming for my precious malted grains. How can one enjoy the morning repast free from the heinous congealing of granule and dairy? Tiny bowls were insufficient to slake my cereal feinding. The enigma of a proper ratio of bovine mammary secretions to sugary grains eluded me for decades. I consulted the great minds of our age yet none of these learned men had a solution and dismissed my plight as one of unimportance. The hubris! The unmitigated gall! Obol, you have lifted the veil from my eyes. You've opened a new world to me. Thank you Obol creator. You know not the positive effect on my life.