Time for lunch!

Time for lunch!

I set my stop watch for 5 minutes. That would be 2 min for chuckwagon, 30 sec for milk, 40 sec for carrots, 1 minute for cheetos, and 50 sec for nut goodie.

The chuckwagon and milk went down licketysplit. Looking back, the carrots were where it started to go wrong. I got them down, and the cheetos, but halfway through the nut goodie

manifesto I lost my inspiration. Gone. Poof. Oh, I wrestled around with some Snyder's of Hannover's pretzel's, but nothing. Vanished. Half a Nut Goodie Manifesto is half of nothin

and half of nothin is two quarters of nothin and... I had to stop myself, that could've gone on forever... I wrestled with another pretzel, Greco-Roman this time... still nothin...

Not until the Pretzel Zombies arrived en masse did any fireworks happen. The fence the Queen put up was 4 miles long and 8 feet high, keeping any unwanted visitors out. How tragic

duties to come and admire it. Studded with garlic cloves, it stood 120 feet tall, tall enough to keep a watch out for pretzel zombies, who were easily defeated by hot mustard

Well maybe not "defeated" but enthralled. The zombies would do anything for brains in hot mustard which made them vulnerable to being exploited by uncouth characters who had no

scruples about poisoning the mortal remains of the victims of the disease that terrorized the planet. Taking advantage of this fact, our hero tainted the supply, saving the day.