Finally! I was so hungry! I sprinted out of my classroom, my pet pigeons close behind. I ran all the way to the cafeteria line, and got my food. I sat down at my usual table, and began to eat, or rather plunge my face into the food. It tasted really bad, kinda like raccoon feet with pickles just for flavor. I was so hungry, I didn't care what it tasted like, I didn't freaking care. After I had finished I hosed my face clean and began to talk normally with my friends. We were deeply immersed in the conversation of whether Herbert Gronemeyer should run for presidential reelection, when we were interrupted by a puff of steam from the kitchen entrance. Several people ran out screaming about something armed with plastic utensils and various condiments. In fact if I remember correctly, they said, "Ahhh! On my... but that couldn't... Ahhh!"
             Well, anyway, I stood up from my seat to see just what exactly was going on. Just then I saw a small hot dog with legs, arms and white Mickey Mouse gloves run from the cafeteria kitchen. It looked dangerous, it was packing heat, in the form of a plastic spork and knife in either hand. I froze as the entire cafeteria began to scream and run out the cafeteria exit in a disorderly fashion. My first instinct was to step in the hot dog, but those thoughts quickly jumped out of my head, through my nose, and on to the ground below, running far away. But, I acted quickly and pulled out my plunger. I hit the tasty sausage, made of various meats, like a hot dog being hit like a plunger.
             Everyone rushed back in, and praised me. Just then another puff of steam appeared from the kitchen and someone yelled, "Ahhh! The sloppy Joes! Ah ha ah ha aha! God, no! Ahhh! No! But that couldn't happen again... No! Ahhh!"
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