Socrates Addicted to Hot Cheetos? 🔥

[0:00]What if you smuggled hot Cheetos into ancient Greece? Day one, you step into Athens carrying a mysterious bag of spicy red snacks. Nobody has a clue what it is. You offer one to a random elder. He choose it, his eyes bulge out. He starts choking. You think you're going to prison. Day two, the rumor explodes. They say a foreigner is carrying edible fire. People gather just to stare. You challenge an Olympic wrestler. He eats one, sheds a single tear and immediately begs for the whole bag. The plaza is stunned. Day three, the high priest panic and label your snacks a cursed weapon sent by Aries. They order your stash destroyed. You bury it beneath the city stones, creating the first ever Cheetos black market. Week one, you only deal in dark alleys. You double the price, but the demand goes crazy. Those exact same angry priests are now sneaking out to buy from you at midnight. Month one, the whole city is hooked. Socrates himself approaches your stall, stares deeply into the red dust and asks. I used to believe that I knew nothing, but now I know I desperately need some milk. You toss him a bag. He walks off, stroking his red stained beard. Month six, your vault is overflowing with solid gold. You row away on a boat at midnight, leaving behind an entire empire with permanently red fingers.