Ludwig lie on the ground shaking and silently sobbing. Four words. It had only taken four words to break him. Just the shock of the words had propelled him out of his chair.

Ludwig could already hear his Hungarian neighbor, Elizabeta, saying, "They weren't worth your time, anyway." "Don't worry, Luddy!" Gilbert would declare. "I'll get them! Nothing can escape the awesome ME!" "Get over it!" Roderich would sneer. "C'mon, Ludwig, let's get pasta!" Feliciano would exclaim, having already forgotten.

Yeah, Feli's a bit of an airhead.

But nobody would understand. Nobody will ever understand. And that's what finally made Ludwig give up.

Four words

Just four words.

"We're out of potatoes."