Oscar stood in front of an apartment complex.

Oscar stood in front of an apartment complex. It was a bit like his own, almost. Except this one didn't have graffiti on the walls, didn't stink of weed on the second floor.

His eyes wandered, taking in the boarded-up windows and missing bricks, until something unusual caught his gaze. There!

One brick was slightly jutting out, a bit more than the others. Carefully, he pulled the brick out of the wall. Behind the brick was

just another brick in the wall. He pulled that brick out to discover another, and another.

Who could put such thing there and why? Was it even made by humans?

Augur 57 kept his "smile" to himself. He had a strong suspicion that one of the more artistic roboclans had put that thing there, but he was more focused on the shrines of Mars. He

knew that the Earth humans coveted the artifacts of the Martian Shrines, and that they would pay good money for their theft. Being a robot, Augur 57 had no problem sneaking in

The Savoy Truffles beat out the Toulouse Cremes 5 to 2. The losing team's captain, with a white chocolate centre, blamed the milk they were made with. It was expired!

Farmer Gâté found that recently deceased cows produced a slightly curdled milk that made for good blue cheeses but Creme puffs not so much. Toulouse, you lose.