Pleather Face sat at his table in his apartment, eating his cereal, when he was suddenly struck by a train. He suffered greatly for the millisecond before he was turned into a fine, red mist by the giant, angry, metal beast. The vapor that used to be Pleather Face condensed over 45 minutes into a puddle in the corner of his sad, train-impaled apartment.

A raccoon crawled through the trainhole and shat on the puddle.

This is the conclusion of Tougher Than Pleather: A Noire Cereal Fiction. We sincerely hope you have enjoyed it.