"INCOMING!"

"INCOMING!"
QUICK! To the shelter! Do you have everything? Ammo, Batteries, Water, Sudoku, Blankets, Gallon Drums of Mayo, Can Opener. HURRY! NO TIME! CLOSE THE VAULT!
With that, the city evacuated into the enormous shelter. Fortunately, only one of the giant mayonnaise jars spilled, but thanks to clumsy trooper Steve, much of the ammunition was
stored with the mayonnaise, and Steve's little mishap caused the jar to fall square on a box of shooting caps. The minor explosion caused a shower of mayo to rain on the citizens
"Stevie, goddamnit!" Mrs. Fisher yelled, "Now we have to save the city of Rooster from all the mayo!" She took her purple cape and ran into the saucy crowd. Steve threw a fit.
Then he threw a crossfit, but to no avail. Steve watched helplessly as Mrs. Fisher's purple cape started to sink into the flood of mayo that had flooded the city of Rooster. He
lunged and lunged, stoking his metabolic superpowers. Grasping his superheroine partner by the leotard, he deadlifted Fisher out of the tide of mayonnaise with a schlorp. "One!"
The jar of mayonnaise was homemade by Mme. Manatee for her husband, Det. Manatee. Being a Ball Jar, the seal wouldn't budge when the White Dragon Society threatened revolution. A
local marketer felt that revolution marketing needed to throw the threat out and accentuate the promise. No Leopold, not the promise of raping & pillaging or a free workforce.
Details at this point became murky. Subject I, reports that he saw only smoke and shadow. This has been corroborated by Subjects C & E. However, after the next word: Nothing

Started: 2014-02-02 09:35:29
Finished: 2016-08-16 00:54:31

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