Cocky in the Post-Apocalypse

Buzzer and Lamar lived in the desert. Along with the desert bad boys.

"Buzzer, we loved that bag of dirt you made for us to eat last week!" said the desert bad boys.
"I loved it too." said Lamar.
"Thanks." said Buzzer, bashfully.
"No we are serious. We couldn't stop talking about it." said the desert bad boys.

Then Buzzer let those accolades go to his head. He walked to from sand hut to sand hut to dunghouse to dunghouse bragging.

"The desert bad boys say I made the best bag of dirt to eat they'd ever had!" Buzzer bragged.
"I got the best bag of dirt to eat making skills in the whole damned desert!" boasted Buzzer.

This went on for days. Though the sun never went down so it was hard to measure the days. But it was days. One could say it was one very very long day. But anyway Buzzer's ego was bloating.

Lamar was starting to get tired of Buzzer's ego.
"Buzzer you are not as much fun to be around." said Lamar.
"You think you can make a bag of dirt to eat like I did?" said Buzzer.
"Buzzer, don't you see you're more than a bag of dirt to eat?" said Lamar.
"Any one of those losers in those sand huts on Sand Hut Row would die to be the bag of dirt to eat that I am!!" said Buzzer.
"You're going bag of dirt to eat mad!" said Lamar.

Then Lamar went and prepared a bag of dirt to eat. He shared it with the desert bad boys.

"Hey Lamar, we love this bag of dirt to eat!" said the desert bad boys.
"Thanks." said Lamar.

And Lamar kept a cool head because he saw through experience how Buzzer reacted to the high praise for his bag of dirt prep.

"You guys think his bag of dirt to eat is so great?? I'm the bagmaster! Watch me!" said Buzzer.
"Okay." said the desert bad boys.

Then Buzzer went to work on what he believed would be another grand slam bag of dirt to eat. He presented it. It was consumed by the bad boys.

"This is shit!" said the desert bad boys.
"Worst fucking bag of dirt in the desert!"

Word got out quick to the sandhut community. Buzzer was mortified. He was shamed. Then he was crucified and eaten by vultures. But if he hadn't been crucified and eaten by vultures he would have spent the rest of his life in a long shameful state of disgrace for which he would have never allow himself redemption from. He got the easy route.