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Sandvich has a minion!

Tomatoe the Zoogle

Sandvich
Legacy Name: Sandvich

The

Blacklight Jollin
Owner: Sinteque

Age: 15 years, 6 months, 2 weeks

Born: September 3rd, 2010

Adopted: 15 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: September 3rd, 2010

Nominate Pet for Spotlight

Statistics

Level: 7
Strength: 14
Defense: 14
Speed: 12
Health: 13
HP: 13/13
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Story

One afternoon, Vesper's stomach was growling unmercifully. Vesper himself saw this as a dreadful problem, so he scurried into the library that very second. He first pulled out his secret sandvich schematics. These schematics were very important, they were past down from generation to generation in Vesper's family. He very gently dusted off the old parchment with his delicate looking paw.
His eyes glittered with intense marvel. He scrambled over to his kitchen and quickly started gathering his ingredients. His sandvich required two perfectly sliced pieces of white bread, one large slice of the juiciest smoked meat, three slices of swiss cheese, one crunchy piece of lettuce, and two pieces of chopped tomato. Oh, and garnished with an olive toothpick for swank.
Soon Vesper had successfully finished his masterpiece. He stared at it for a moment, almost hesitant to eat it. "This sandwich...it is...so beautiful...", he intensely thought.
He gently slid his paws over his creation, scooting it closer to his nose. He was obviously going through temptations that could not be described. However, he picked up his sandwich by his mouth and plopped it over on the staircase. He began nudging it with his nose, as if wanting it to move. Vesper began to be in trance with the sandwich. Although, he grew tired and weary. He soon fell to the floor, and drifted to sleep. Hours later, he had been awaken by a slight poking in the tummy. Almost like little hands poking and pulling at his fur. He barely cracked one eye open and saw to his disbelief the sandwich had CAME TO LIFE!
Vesper ran away in a dreadful fright and hid behind his chair. He very slowly peaked over the chair to see if his eyes were deceiving him.
"Hey you, cutie jollin! What are you doin' over there baby doll? Why don't you come over a bit closer, and be my friend? You might as well be since you of all people created me.", the sandvich asked.
As the Sandvich spoke its words, it started nibbling on a piece of lettuce that fell from between its legs.
"Don't look at me like that mister. This right here is quality! You can not get any better than this I tell ya.", it commented.
Vesper was still in shock at this point, he really had nothing to say. However he kinda giggled at his Sandvich's demeanor.
Vesper soon walked over to the Sandvich, laying down eye to eye with it.
"So..."
"What are you exactly? I mean I understand you are obviously a Sandvich, but what gender are you?", he asked curiously.
"Well, baby I can be whatever you want me to be. Just tell me what you want.", the Sandvich smiled.
"So I'm assuming you a girl Sandvich right? You seem to be...pardon my language, but a bit of a whore for a sandwich", Vesper concluded.
"HEY YOU, DON'T BE SPITTIN' ON ME! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THAT! IF YOU DO THAT AGAIN, I SWEAR I WILL DROP TROU AT YOU!", She yelled.
"OKAY, okay! Calm down, please don't drop trou at me...besides you can't even do that...all you have is bread not pants.", Vesper said.
"Good point cutie. Welp, so can I crash here with you then? We can be best friends and besides I won't even take up any space. All you have to do is fix me up a plate in the fridge. PLEASE!?!?", she whined.
"Ugh, you are annoying, but sure. So do you possibly want to know my name?", he asked.
"Sure, sweety." she charmingly agreed.
"Groovy. My name is Vesper, and I don't want to eat you ever. So try not to get yourself too close to me please. Your plate will be made shortly.", he told her.
`till soon`
In conclusion, Sandvich began her life a little differently then she expected. She expected to get eaten, but has instead been taken in. Vesper annoyingly agreed to let her stay with him. So only time can tell how the friendship will last. Besides, she was just an annoying slutty sandvich. The real question ladies and gentlemen IS why in the world did Vesper's ancestors make whorish talking sandwiches!
Use your imagination.
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