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.
Tasmer Breegle came into the shop yesterday, apparently hoping to score some plesius flakes.
ReplyDelete“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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