[Excalibur] Ten Lords A Leaping
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xp_teamsWe’ve got ten leaping mini-gingerbread men on call today!
I received a box of ten little gingerbread men from the vending machine, all wearing little chocolate top hats. A cookie monocle adorns one eye on each of them.
They just sat up; moved in unison, twirling and leaping forward out of the basket. All ten went backwards in unison the same way, until they’d done it ten times in all. Then they sort of of self-destructed into a shower of crumbs and cookie limbs strewn all across the table.
I didn’t expect them to pirouette like that between leaps; they don’t seem sentient in any way. They don’t seem to be haunted. It doesn’t seem like the remnants are trying to reconstitute now that I’ve swept some of the smaller bits that rained down into a dustpan.
It’s just another wacky vending machine incident, and I’ve written up the time and more details on the clipboard. It might be safe to eat the pieces of the aristocratic little guys. All of the larger bits and pieces are tucked away in the basket, under a large napkin. Not to protect whatever dignity they have left or might deserve in this odd pageant of little lords, but more to preserve the freshness for anyone willing to eat bits of them!
Side note: Yes, two more sets came out when I tried for science, warm just like they were fresh from an oven in another world. Yes, it's a really big pile of gingerbread pieces now.
I received a box of ten little gingerbread men from the vending machine, all wearing little chocolate top hats. A cookie monocle adorns one eye on each of them.
They just sat up; moved in unison, twirling and leaping forward out of the basket. All ten went backwards in unison the same way, until they’d done it ten times in all. Then they sort of of self-destructed into a shower of crumbs and cookie limbs strewn all across the table.
I didn’t expect them to pirouette like that between leaps; they don’t seem sentient in any way. They don’t seem to be haunted. It doesn’t seem like the remnants are trying to reconstitute now that I’ve swept some of the smaller bits that rained down into a dustpan.
It’s just another wacky vending machine incident, and I’ve written up the time and more details on the clipboard. It might be safe to eat the pieces of the aristocratic little guys. All of the larger bits and pieces are tucked away in the basket, under a large napkin. Not to protect whatever dignity they have left or might deserve in this odd pageant of little lords, but more to preserve the freshness for anyone willing to eat bits of them!
Side note: Yes, two more sets came out when I tried for science, warm just like they were fresh from an oven in another world. Yes, it's a really big pile of gingerbread pieces now.
