"I'm Dunt Chrysler, CEO of Protein Monster!" exclaimed Varun. Varun was dressed in a suit and tie and wore a name tag that read "Dunt Chrysler." It was Halloween, and he was going as Dunt Chrysler, CEO of Protein Monster. His classmates seemed to be enjoying his performance. Walking around shaking people's hands and introducing himself as Dunt Chrysler. Until Jimmy McNuffing showed up. "You can't be Dunt Chrysler, Varun!" yelled Jimmy. "Why not?" asked Varun. "Because you're fucking *Indian*!" he answered back. Jimmy's friends chuckled. "Thank you, come again!" added one of his friends, in a vaguely Indian-sounding accent. They laughed especially loud at that one, even though it was kind of a non-sequitur. Varun turned his back to them and sulked in the corner. He could overhear Jimmy and his friends laughing about something. Varun stared out the window, feeling more isolated than he ever had in his 9 years of life. It was at that moment that he began to become resigned to the idea that he simply would not enjoy his life. That some people were lucky enough to live happy lives and that others weren't. That he, for whatever reason, had been sorted by some invisible hand into the latter bucket. That he was destined to misery. He took out the Protein Monster^TM Official Choco-Protein Bar that his mom had bought for him and examined it briefly before placing it back in his suit jacket pocket.