“Oh, hey I think you dropped this…”
“Excuse me….ma’am…”
“…”
“HEY LADY!”
“Mmm? Oh?”
“What has excited you to the point of exclamations?”
“It’s just…”
“What is it so ambiguously pending; that a mere boy should belt informal gender labels at matured passersby, in broad day blight!?”
“I…”
“You are permitted to address me; now speak…your gait is worrisome and my wait is cumbersome.”
“I’m terribly sorry ma’am…but…it seems you’ve left this behind, unintentionally; just there!”
“…why….”
“Why, this is my genuinely endorsed, official Fartfist Cornbread conjuration scroll!”
“…nope…”
“…it’s just this…ah..er…at best; hastily scribbled upon bubblegum wrapper …”
“Insolence.”
“The Fist despises bubblegum!”
“…”
“Now you must repent! Atone for your ignorant assumptions and perform one, miracle; to ward off the curses you spill torrentially over the shores of your poor dammed tongue!”
“…th…wh…”
“HAMPER! Your repetitive swill of staunch will and impeditive banter!”
“…”
“Your fate is no mistake! Now! You are bound by the good intention; what cast your meandering raft towards my ever so welcoming, yet troubled beaches! You are committed, are you not?! How far were you really willing to tumble down the wave’s backside; just to be pulled by the current of your own, busy live wake? Exactly now; how long would you carry your apparently disrespected, crumpled candy wrapper, chasing diligently through all obstacles, on your way towards a recipient that could quite possibly faint with disgust, had a rascal approached with local scraps of refuse?”
“Such as you have done so personally just?
“…I…”
“Ah, yes…You; This would be the only derivate logic.”
“You may speak; what of you, and your pertinence in regard to loosely strewn litter?
“…what…”
“Yes, what.”
“Who shall what, is late for luck!”
“…what…must I do…”
“A hero!? This, indeed, truly is a what!”
“I was just…trying to help…”
“Is that what?”
“Whom that you knew, was going to benefit; had you assumed trash had value to a caste, such as mine!”
“Jeez lady…”
“You and your wit must perform one miracle!”
“Okay, done; It is a miracle that I even bothered…”
“As are the conditions of existence which support you and your ability to live and breathe successfully… miraculously fool proof.”
“Well amidst your clever command over miraculous feats; that miracle, if it were, was performed prior to the event which has marked your existence with this curse! You must, in all your effortless affordability; execute one other!”
“…that is one hell of a gum wrapper!”
“What would I need to do to bring closure to this unscrupulous act that I have committed, by handing you your unwittingly missing property; garbage, I might add….”
“You might.”
“I shall lend you this sacred parchment and you shall conjure the bread of corn!
To every two fists of golden, milled corn:
One open fist of milled wheat
One open palm of granulated salt
One half-open palm of granulated pure cane sugar
One single drool of raw honey
One nail of authentically extracted vanilla blood
One runt egg of chicken
One nail of starch of corn
One nail of sodium bicarbonate
One quarter-palm of bovine butter
One half-fist apple blood
One fist bovine breast milk
“…”
“What what!?”
“Have you difficulty deciphering the genuine hand of the Fist?”
“No, it basically lists strange measurements to weird ingredients…what am I supposed to do with this!?”
“I don’t cook things…”
“A wise wizard will reveal the meal, but never the ordeal…that is how you will summon the great cornbread of the Fist! YOU will fill the shoes before you feel the poo ooze between your toes for the clues of those to do’s!”
“…”
“…”
“Don’t drop this; it truly is your only salvation from your, self inflicted curse…”
“You shall never unlock the true value of the Chili of The Fist…like that…you’ll need this to live the bliss that you so wish you didn’t have to fix; when you break it, fake it or bitch when you can’t take it.”
“Was this the good deed? That you could in your head, but would if it were not for the forlorn and dread!?”
“It’s just cornbread; instead, at worst, you quit and can’t make it, fit with the curse of complacence.”
“So while we’re debating, are you frying or baking?”
“I fear it’ll be waste then!”
“The miracle of creation.”
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