“Where does this dammed confectionery come from!” complained one of the workers, looking up at his way to spend his overtime.
“Hell,” replied another worker, looking down at the gooey mess at his feet, “that’s where.”
“I don’t care where it’s come from, but it’s going to make me rich!” exclaimed the third worker, actually looking over the source of the goo, “The boss said, that he would give us one thousand pen lids each for every chunk of gooey sweetness we remove!”
“One thousand each!” shouted the other two workers in unison, “we better get going then.”
The three of them knew that they had to get some back up. They couldn’t just clear up that giant mess by themselves. Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t quite know what we’re on about, do you? Well the thing they are actually trying to remove is, well, I don’t know how to explain it to you without giving too much away. The border holding the gooey, creamy-ness is what is known to us is: chocolate. But it is known to them as: bare poison. The chocolate/bare poison is usually egg shaped. You might have already guessed that there is some sort of gooey/creamy substance. It is known to us as: some sort of gooey/creamy substance. It is known to them as: nuclear.
I have been using the word: “Them” quite a lot recently, that is because this thing is the size of two of those people, the actual size is about eleven centimetres.
“Let’s move this Crème Egg* out!” yelled one of the miniature workers, while driving a crane.
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