NOTES: As must be obvious, I haven't been on ff.n in a long time. I've visited briefly on and off, but haven't stuck around long. I've been rather busy as of late. I still read ASoUE, and hope to continue this fic because I find it fun, but notevery redhot second. Sorry kids. But, for those of you who are dying for the answer from the last one...
ANSWER TO LAST ONE: For anyone who didn't get it, the answer is, "A spy is in our midst. We must abandon our hideout. Don't forget to bring the singing turtle. Hurry. The world is quiet here."
Once...The world is quiet here, there, everywhere!
(a bell rings)
"Oh my god, this is astounding! When was the last time I went to the supermarket?" Jerry intoned, "It must have been months now! I must get down there soon: I simply must have baklava for dinner tonight! Weeks have flown, chances have now passed by me. But now I'm safe near my lovely food. Are there people in the world who wouldn't kill you, or you! for baklava? If you stand in the way, you're not safe. Oh goodness gracious, who would not try to retaliate or respond to a thief of baklava? Only in dire circumstances would the tasty treat be left behind, now all alone in the world. Unfortunately, this has happened a few times. Very sad it is to see a beautiful, but solitary baklava sitting sullen and quiet on the shelf. I willingly snatch them and eat them here or there.
(A bell rings)