Oh, Hot Pockets. A lonely teenager’s feast. How I adored you in my youth. Coupled with a diet Mountain Dew and playing Budokai 3 until I passed out.
One day, like many others, I was very lazy. As such I decided a Hot Pocket was sufficient for a meal. I loved them years ago so perhaps that spark would reignite.
It would not be so. After being microwaved for the classic two minutes and let to cool for five, I bit into the sandwich expecting visions of happier days. The only thing left was bland sadness in sandwich form.
No memories of video games and a nearly infinite supply of energy. Emptiness was all.
Final rating: Sad Pockets/10.