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Stug3 · 04-28-08, 03:24 PM

I have been thinking lately (I know it's a bad idea already) about taking up baking....

* In a slightly different handwriting*

I could make PIES glorious pies! All the flavors you could imagine and some you can't, sweet pies, savory pies, fruit pies... Covered in flour all outta breath and trembling with anticipation for the curst to brown then the long agonizing wait for it to cool...the blinding pain of molten filling when you can't hold on any longer. Oh the horror! They call to me in my sleep, invade my dreams and poison my thoughts with their fruity goodness. I can hear them moving about at night and smell them on my clothing in the light, I know they plot...what they plot remains a mystery. If I could bake them myself I could make my favorite...would rhubarb smell raspberry on my breath, or apple accuse me of cheating with blueberry...Gods forbid Troll get upset with fish and set about wrecking the kitchen in retaliation. I could become a master baker and bake one pie to rule them all!

* The writing returns to the original line*

Oh Gods not AGAIN.....

04-28-08, 03:24 PM	#51
Stug3 Adamantium Golem Characters Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Kailua Hawaii Posts: 300 Thanks: 56 Thanked 18 Times in 13 Posts	Re: Balthazar Woll I have been thinking lately (I know it's a bad idea already) about taking up baking.... * In a slightly different handwriting* I could make PIES glorious pies! All the flavors you could imagine and some you can't, sweet pies, savory pies, fruit pies... Covered in flour all outta breath and trembling with anticipation for the curst to brown then the long agonizing wait for it to cool...the blinding pain of molten filling when you can't hold on any longer. Oh the horror! They call to me in my sleep, invade my dreams and poison my thoughts with their fruity goodness. I can hear them moving about at night and smell them on my clothing in the light, I know they plot...what they plot remains a mystery. If I could bake them myself I could make my favorite...would rhubarb smell raspberry on my breath, or apple accuse me of cheating with blueberry...Gods forbid Troll get upset with fish and set about wrecking the kitchen in retaliation. I could become a master baker and bake one pie to rule them all! * The writing returns to the original line* Oh Gods not AGAIN..... __________________ "Casualties many; Percentage of dead not known; Combat efficiency; we are winning." Colonel David M. Shoup (Tarawa, November 21, 1943)