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alright it's not my best work but here we go:
Tortillas, pasta, bread, crackers. All was calm in the realm of carbohydrates, until the bread nation attacked. They came out of nowhere, and they burnt everything in their path. From the ashes of the fallen food groups, more bread arose. They sharpened blades made from the toasted corpses of the fallen bread, who sacrificed their lives to push forward the nation of the evil bread. Us few survivors huddled out on the edge of the board, fearful that the evil breads would force us to jump off the counter. But I know our time is limited, because we can hear the cheers and chants as they slowly march through the forest. We’re lucky that they haven’t utilized the ducks recently, those damned things could kill hundreds of us other foods. But the weapon that I fear most is their crouton guns. No pasta or cracker can outrun a crouton that moves faster than the speed of sound. And the bread particles embedded into each crouton is what turns us into them.
I think it's time we surrender. They’ve taken over our forts which we strengthened with sturdy taco shells. They’ve commandeered our burrito catapults and used them against us. We must fly the tortilla flag of peace and hope that they peacefully stop their attacks. But I know that won’t happen. The evil bread will continue to rise over this crumby nation. There’s no other way around this, the bread will come out victorious. We’re toast.
Tortillas, pasta, bread, crackers. All was calm in the realm of carbohydrates, until the bread nation attacked. They came out of nowhere, and they burnt everything in their path. From the ashes of the fallen food groups, more bread arose. They sharpened blades made from the toasted corpses of the fallen bread, who sacrificed their lives to push forward the nation of the evil bread. Us few survivors huddled out on the edge of the board, fearful that the evil breads would force us to jump off the counter. But I know our time is limited, because we can hear the cheers and chants as they slowly march through the forest. We’re lucky that they haven’t utilized the ducks recently, those damned things could kill hundreds of us other foods. But the weapon that I fear most is their crouton guns. No pasta or cracker can outrun a crouton that moves faster than the speed of sound. And the bread particles embedded into each crouton is what turns us into them.
I think it's time we surrender. They’ve taken over our forts which we strengthened with sturdy taco shells. They’ve commandeered our burrito catapults and used them against us. We must fly the tortilla flag of peace and hope that they peacefully stop their attacks. But I know that won’t happen. The evil bread will continue to rise over this crumby nation. There’s no other way around this, the bread will come out victorious. We’re toast.
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