AN: This story was inspired by my finding a piece of toast on eBay that had 'the numbers' on it. Almost everything about this story is true, including the price the toast reached. The only thing that I made up is that Hurley sold the toast. Just to let you know, after the toast reached a bid of $5,010.45, eBay removed it. I don't know why, but I thought this would make a good story idea. Please R&R!
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-
Hurley slammed his fist down on the alarm clock. Sun light was flooding into his room.
Turning over on to his side, Hurley thought about how lucky he was that he had accidentally set Sawyer's tent on fire. If he hadn't, the rescue team wouldn't have seen the smoke and he would still be stuck on that stupid island.
His stomach growled. Time for breakfast.
Heaving himself out of bed, Hurley stumbled into his brightly painted kitchen. Since he wasn't the world's best chef, he decided to have some toast.
Popping a slice of bread into the toaster, Hurley picked up his newspaper and leafed through it.
There were the usual headlines about car bombers and such, but then something leapt out at him:
"DOCTOR WEDS ISLAND SWEETHEART"
Scanning the article quickly, Hurley smiled. He always knew that Jack and Kate were meant for each other. He made a mental note to send them a wedding gift.
Sniffing the air, Hurley swore and ran over to the toaster. After yanking out the burnt piece of bread, he started to reach for another, then froze.
"What the heck?"
Picking up the toast from where he had tossed it, Hurley stared disbelieving at the numbers burned across it: 4 8 15 16 23 42.
"Dude….."
Hurley paced around and around his living room. What was he going to do? He had to get that evil thing out of his house!
"Okay, what do you do when you have something you don't want?"
Suddenly, it came to him.
"You sell it on eBay!"
Racing over to his computer, Hurley plopped down in a swivel chair and began clicking away.
A few days later, Hurley logged back onto eBay. After scrolling through a few pages of items, he found his.
Hurley was happy with the job he had done with explaining the whole number situation. He had even mentioned finding the numbers on the hatch.
Glancing at the bid, Hurley choked on the gum he was chewing.
The bid was up to three hundred dollars!
"I don't believe it!" He gasped. "Who would pay that much money for a freakin' piece of toast!"
Well, today was the day: the bidding on the evil toast had stopped, and Hurley was going to send it off.
The toast was packed in a cardboard box under layers of bubble wrap.
Leaning down over his computer, Hurley looked at the price he was to be paid.
Hurley's eyes bugled out of his head and he almost toppled over.
Some….maniac was willing to pay him $5,010.45 for a piece of toast.
Hurley grinned. Maybe finding the evil number in his breakfast wasn't such a bad thing after all.