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Good in concept, good in the way of potential, but rarely do I ever have some that's done right. If the whole thing's fresh, has the right combinations of toppings, and maybe if the pineapple is grilled, sure. But I'm not gonna eat lukewarm hawaiian pizza with soggy pineapple, cheap cheese and flavorless ham, which is what 99% of them are when I try them.

Bad Trouble.

I stare at the cheap TV dinner as it rotates within the microwave, my mouth salivating like a waterfall of desire. As the chorus of sharp, grating beeps ends I retrieve my meal, gazing upon it like a mother to her firstborn. It is my all, my world.

With plastic fork in hand, I stab into the salsbury steak with vigour, and I envelop it into my dark, watery maw. Between my teeth I crush the salsbury steak, mixing it thoroughly with my saliva before bringing it down my gullet.

Two slices of the Sandvich are in a refrigerator on a plate beside three bottles of Red Shed beer]

["Meet the Sandvich" text appears]

[Cut back to the Sandviches]

Heavy: [Groans repeatedly]

Scout: "Yeah, there he is!"

Soldier: "You! Stop right where you are, that is an order! He's getting away! Do not let him get to the re-"

[The Heavy opens the door, grabs one slice of the Sandvich and closes the door]

no

Better? :)

Yes :)

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