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THE TALE OF THE INCREDIBLE, EDIBLE, SPAM

-WARNING!!!-

I don't approve of the use of SPAM in this way or in any other similar to it.

So there I was...... trapped in my fort with advancers all around me. What did I do? I'll tell you what I did! I took out my trusty can of SPAM and cracked the peel-off lid. The aroma filled my delicate nostrils. Ahhhhhhh. That thick smell of meat and grease. It just makes you want to chomp it without coocking it or putting it in a sandwitch. I took it to the peephole of the fort and looked out. I had a Mad Hornet in my right hand and the SPAM in the other. Taking the SPAM, I carefully slid it out of the peephole. A rampager grbbed it and I could hear him and his buddies starting to munch. Ohh. It was working too well!!! I took the Mad Hornet and went out the back of the fort. Coming up beside them, I pounded mini darts out of the 6-barreled gun and into their craniums. I grabbed the hunk of meat that was left and JUST saved it from hitting the floor. Mabye there would be enough left for me.

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