Frank lived alone in a small apartment, and he had a peculiar obsession. His only goal in life was to eat the large window air conditioner that cooled his place. Each day, Frank would stare longingly at the air conditioner, dreaming of the moment he would finally consume it. He imagined what each part would taste like - the metal fins, the plastic buttons and knobs, the compressor with its mysterious liquids and oils. He wondered if it would taste cold like it felt. 