Post by 10Tickler on Nov 6, 2008 16:36:20 GMT -5
BONG
BONG
BONG
The bell above the long Formica Buffet rang, signaling to all of the Diners that Hot, Buttery Rolls had just been removed from the oven and were ready to be Collected onto their cheap plastic plates and Devoured in a frenzied riot of gnashing teeth that would reduce the delicious baked goods to naught but crumbs in beards and on the table.
Yes, the sign outside read Golden Corral, yet none inside seemed to take the meaning of the name as just an imagery-provoking play on words. Instead, at all of the full tables, Jedi, Dark Jedi, Military and Civilian alike stuffed their faces as though they were starved Hogs who had just been waiting the proverbial call of SOUUUUU-EEEEEEE! to alert them to dinnertime.
A dashing stampede of Hungry Boars, however, could not have stood against the Hungry masses that rushed the Bakery Bar, mouths watering, frothy drool flicking from their extended tongues as they mobbed the Poor, pitiful pastry-bearing Chef that carried the Rolls that the people so desired. Bowling over one another, past the crippled and the Elderly, the youthful and strong pushed their way to the front, not even bothering to return to their tables before devouring the delicious bread that they had so craved for over five minutes now.
Near the back of the crowd, people began to fly to either side, pushed out of the way by a wisp of a woman, a white warrioress who wanted the rolls like no other. Starving, she managed to get her way to the front of the line, pushing family, friends and foes out of the way all the same as she Grasped the Final Roll in her hand. VICTORY IS MINE she crowed happily, Running, crashing into people as she attempted escape through the now-insane crowd.
BONG
BONG
The bell above the long Formica Buffet rang, signaling to all of the Diners that Hot, Buttery Rolls had just been removed from the oven and were ready to be Collected onto their cheap plastic plates and Devoured in a frenzied riot of gnashing teeth that would reduce the delicious baked goods to naught but crumbs in beards and on the table.
Yes, the sign outside read Golden Corral, yet none inside seemed to take the meaning of the name as just an imagery-provoking play on words. Instead, at all of the full tables, Jedi, Dark Jedi, Military and Civilian alike stuffed their faces as though they were starved Hogs who had just been waiting the proverbial call of SOUUUUU-EEEEEEE! to alert them to dinnertime.
A dashing stampede of Hungry Boars, however, could not have stood against the Hungry masses that rushed the Bakery Bar, mouths watering, frothy drool flicking from their extended tongues as they mobbed the Poor, pitiful pastry-bearing Chef that carried the Rolls that the people so desired. Bowling over one another, past the crippled and the Elderly, the youthful and strong pushed their way to the front, not even bothering to return to their tables before devouring the delicious bread that they had so craved for over five minutes now.
Near the back of the crowd, people began to fly to either side, pushed out of the way by a wisp of a woman, a white warrioress who wanted the rolls like no other. Starving, she managed to get her way to the front of the line, pushing family, friends and foes out of the way all the same as she Grasped the Final Roll in her hand. VICTORY IS MINE she crowed happily, Running, crashing into people as she attempted escape through the now-insane crowd.