Welcome, dear readers! Thanks in advance for reading this, and Double Thanks for reviewing! I had the sandwich song stuck in my head the day my yo-yo broke, and this story was born! :D Well, to get the disclaimer over with, *gameshow voice* heeeeres Elliot!

Elliot: Hi, mom!

Me: Just do the disclaimer…

Elliot: Right. Uhm, *looks down at script* The Almighty Juju may not own me or the other amazing residents of Wonderland, but she will never stop dreaming. PS. I am so totally a rabbit… NO I'M NOT!

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Elliot March looked down at his stomach. I'm starved! I haven't eaten in at least four time periods! He thought to himself. Picking up the clink of food being prepared, Elliot headed for the kitchen.

"Oh hello, master Elliot," one of the faceless chefs said kindly as the March Hare walked in.

"Hey, do you guys anything to eat? I'm gonna die if I don't get some food soon!"

The chef held up a sandwich. "Well, we've got this roast beef sandwich, but—"

"That's perfect!" Elliot snatched the sandwich and wolfed it down before the chef had a chance to say anything.

"M-master Elliot! That was Master Blood's sandwich!" the chef babbled worriedly. "and that was the last of our roast beef! Master Blood specifically ordered a roast beef sandwich! Oh dear, if he finds out—"

"Easy, man. I'll just explain to Blood that I didn't know it was his, and it'll be fine," Elliot reassured the hyperventilating chef. At least, I hope so…

Elliot trudged down the enormous hallway toward Blood's room. I hope he's in a good mood today, he inwardly sighed. He took a deep breath and gave three deliberate knocks on Blood's door.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

"Enter," Blood's voice ordered from his room. Elliot took another deep breath and walked in.

"Uh, Blood? I ate your roast beef sandwich. I didn't know it was yours, and I was really hungry, so…" Elliot trailed off and looked at Blood nervously. Blood looked at him with his cool and uncaring gaze.

"Is that so? Then just tell the chefs to make another one for me."

"….It was the last one."

Blood's eye twitched. "YOU ATE THE LAST ROAST BEEF SAMMICH!"

"Y-yes?" Elliot dove behind the nearest bookshelf to avoid any projectiles heading his way. Nothing happened for a few minutes. Elliot bravely peeked up from behind the bookshelf. Blood was staring at him with a look that stabbed him like Chuckie in a knife store.

"How should I punish you?" Blood wondered in a quiet voice that scared Elliot even more than the yelling. Elliot could almost see the lightbulb go off over his boss's head. "I know! Go clean the storage room!"

"NOT THE STORAGE ROOM! ANYTHING BUT THAT! YOU CAN EVEN TAKE AWAY MY CARROT FOOD!" Elliot begged.

"No." Blood gave a smirk. "You'd better get busy if you want to finish within the next seven time periods." Elliot gulped. This is gonna take a while….

Oh noes! Elliot's gonna have to clean! Poor guy. He's like a sibling: loveable, fun to mess with, and even more fun to shove your chores off onto. Be sure to keep checking for an update! I'll try my best to update this ASAP! Adios, mi amigos! Bye!