Attack Of The Quiznos
“…while somewhere, a classic Italian weeps…”

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As the Fast Food War rages on, ever more violent and deadly than before, we hear rumors that mustard, microwaves and other weapons of mass distraction are set to be employed.
Rib dips lined the battlefields wielding baguettes as batons. From submarines, they’d fired torpedoes, tasty bullets, Cuban bombs. An ultimate club was loaded, ready, set to fire on the soft and toasty flatbreads with whom they’d once conspired, while somewhere, a classic Italian weeps…
Seriously, I know most think this absurd and my quickly depleting readership is proving that to be true, but hey, I like doing it anyway. Besides, someday, after I’m dead and gone, some fool who wouldn’t know creativity if it bit him in his quiznos, will declare me a creative genius and the masses will come running to read what is already gone. And that’s the news for today!
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To be continued in a Cage Match when the fast food strikes me.





