Disclaimer: I did not write the song used in this story... Jason Mraz did.
Secondly, I don't own Pie Eater Please R&R!
P.S. In case if you haven't figured it out yet... my little arrows tell you
when the person is thinking...
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An account of the effects of Gluttony June 17, 1899. 7:03 p.m.
"Well if you are what you eat
in my case I'll be sweet
so come and get some
I'm so over it." (j. mraz)
Pie Eater headed out of the Lodging House at his usual snack hour. It was a nightly ritual for him. Every night he would to down to a bakery down the street. He knew how to pick the lock. Once inside he would head to the back room. There the pies were stored in a tiny pantry. The room could probably hold up to fifty pies. But the baker only baked ten for the next morning, just to keep the early morning customers happy while she baked up more. Pie Eater normally ate all ten with ease. However when he arrived that night there were eleven. Pie Eater thought it was strange.
--- Perhaps the new baker made an extra tonight, maybe for herself. Or for her queer son. Odd that boy doesn't have a girlfriend, or even want one! Oh well. ---
Pie Eater ate the ten blueberry pies, as usual. He was surprised, though, when he took a bite of the eleventh.
--- Hmm... this one's apple. How odd. Ahh well. Mustn't let the flavor hinder my appetite. ---
Pie Eater left the little bakery when he was done. As he left the shop he had a strange sensation go through his body. Pie Eater shrugged it off and continued home. Suddenly Pie Eater stopped in his tracks and slumped over into an alley two blocks north of the Lodging House.
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An account of the effects of Gluttony June 17, 1899. 7:03 p.m.
"Well if you are what you eat
in my case I'll be sweet
so come and get some
I'm so over it." (j. mraz)
Pie Eater headed out of the Lodging House at his usual snack hour. It was a nightly ritual for him. Every night he would to down to a bakery down the street. He knew how to pick the lock. Once inside he would head to the back room. There the pies were stored in a tiny pantry. The room could probably hold up to fifty pies. But the baker only baked ten for the next morning, just to keep the early morning customers happy while she baked up more. Pie Eater normally ate all ten with ease. However when he arrived that night there were eleven. Pie Eater thought it was strange.
--- Perhaps the new baker made an extra tonight, maybe for herself. Or for her queer son. Odd that boy doesn't have a girlfriend, or even want one! Oh well. ---
Pie Eater ate the ten blueberry pies, as usual. He was surprised, though, when he took a bite of the eleventh.
--- Hmm... this one's apple. How odd. Ahh well. Mustn't let the flavor hinder my appetite. ---
Pie Eater left the little bakery when he was done. As he left the shop he had a strange sensation go through his body. Pie Eater shrugged it off and continued home. Suddenly Pie Eater stopped in his tracks and slumped over into an alley two blocks north of the Lodging House.