Rutherford McQuoib
2015
Peaches finally emerged from the kitchen carrying a large platter covered by a metal cloche. "Dinner is now available for you to consume right now," he whispered airily. "I can't wait!" Rod exclaimed excitedly. "You will not have to wait for your dinner for I have it my hands in front of you," Peaches said softly. With that he lifted the cloche. The people at the table stared at the platter in shock. "Are those cookies?" Tugger said weakly. "And are they shaped like penises?" Rod gasped. "Oh my," Marc sighed.
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