The new restaurant, simply titled "( )*(

The new restaurant, simply titled "( )*( )", intrigued us, was the talk of the town. The name wasunpronounceable, the menu eclectic ("Curried walrus in balsamic reduction" was one

of the exclusive meals you got for being one of their first 50 customers.) As well as the food being divine, and the beverages being the most refreshing, the restaurant looked very

tiny. It was a small person's restaurant.

We welcome you to munchkin land sing fa la la la la! The munchkin restaurant had a roaring trade it was impossible to book a table for 6 months

. A little man of few words, Unc Nunkie was just hired as the short order cook at the busy Munchin' Munchkin lunchcounter. "Order up!" he hollered. The special today was

creative beatings. "This isn't lunch!" cried a patron as he received blow after blow from a sausage filled with nickels. "It's the new lunch," sneered Unc Nunkie, "and you're gonna

Have to take what you get and like it. The sandwiches were found to have a mind of their own, once put in the oven. They would transmogrify themselves into strange shapes such as

the shapes of both Cincinnati, the city, and Cincinnatus, the Roman; although accidentally. Nobody wanted to eat a sandwich that looked like Cincinnatus. Or a sandwich that looked

like Cincinnati. "I never eat anything that is polluted and overpopulated," explained Gargantua. So he wandered out to the countryside until he saw the town of Gullerville.

Salivating and eyes bulging, he saw his next meal. And in that very instant, between one footfall and the next, he was devoured, whole and in one fell swoop by the GOP