A man comes home from work one day. He's hungry. Not just "I could eat something" hungry, but "I'd eat the fucking hind legs of a donkey" hungry.

He goes straight to the fridge. Fucking thing is empty. Shit.

His mind races, but he doesn't panic. Where's the nearest place he can get some food?

It comes to him.. bingo.. hops back in the car, goes and gets some food. Job done.

On the way home, he stops at the supermarket and stocks up on food to fill the fridge. Then he goes about his evening contentedly with a full belly.

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His neighbour comes home from work the same day. He's hungry. Not just "I could eat something" hungry, but "I'd eat the fucking hind legs of a cow" hungry.

He goes straight to the fridge. Fucking thing is empty. Shit.

He slams the fridge door shut. Screams at it because it has no food for him.

He opens up his laptop. Looks up pictures of food. Burgers, steaks, pizzas. Drools all over himself and the keyboard. He's fucking ravenous, but there's no food in the fucking fridge, so he goes hungry.

Same thing happens next day because he still hasn't done any shopping. And the next and the next. He grows resentful of the fridge. Stops looking at it because it just reminds him of what he doesn't have. And all he can think about is food.

Eventually, he dies from starvation.