At 1/18/06 10:45 PM, Squatting_Dog wrote:
Fear not good men, I have received medical treatment and carry with me the antidote to Peanut Butter. I shall attempt to slay the evil beast once again.
You are back, with a vengeance. So is the almighty sandwich. As you lunge for your strike, your phone rings. You answer it and speak to whoever was on the other end. This was a distraction made by the sandwich, for it knew you had this weakness. Just then your cat walks in. It jumps onto the counter and steals your knife in its mouth. You are powerless without a weapon. You chase after it as it heads towards the basement. You trip down and are stabbed in the leg. You are now prey for the bloodthirsty sandwich.