Tasmer Breegle came into the shop yesterday, apparently hoping to score some plesius flakes. “They really do taste like extinct dinosaurs,” he hooped. I told him that the rumours concerning plesius flakes were far overstated and that he should try his luck with a more recent breakfast fabric. “But I’ve had my heart set on a long-gone meal for some time now,” he slumped. “Never set your heart on a dino dinner,” I slaid. "Edspecially if it’s at breakfast.” “Ed has a special today?” Tasmer brightened. “Of course. She has one every day. LOOK OUT!”
This is how Tasmer Breegle became one of the Chosen Seven and a Half. By not ducking in time to avoid Edspecially’s specialty.
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Tasmer Breegle came into the shop yesterday, apparently hoping to score some plesius flakes.
“They really do taste like extinct dinosaurs,” he hooped.
I told him that the rumours concerning plesius flakes were far overstated and that he should try his luck with a more recent breakfast fabric.
“But I’ve had my heart set on a long-gone meal for some time now,” he slumped.
“Never set your heart on a dino dinner,” I slaid. "Edspecially if it’s at breakfast.”
“Ed has a special today?” Tasmer brightened.
“Of course. She has one every day. LOOK OUT!”
This is how Tasmer Breegle became one of the Chosen Seven and a Half.
By not ducking in time to avoid Edspecially’s specialty.
Or so they sigh.
What's worse is yesterday's specialty was long gone duck.
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