I don't own WotW. Sam belongs to me. You should all know that. You Rock!
Suddenly, the Martian began having a fit.
"Don't give me any of that! Eat it!" he shouted in my mind.
"No! Make me!" I shouted back, catching the attention of the rest of the busy Martians. They looked curiously at us.
"It'll be my pleasure." He attempted to shove the cake into my mouth. I kept it tightly closed as I tried to turn away and escape the evil cake of evil!
"Leave me alone! I don't wanna eat it!" I yelled like a 3 year old.
"You'll eat it rather you like it or not!" His yelling was giving me a headache.
"How about YOU eat it!" As quick as a flash, or at least as fast as I could go, I snatched the cake, opened his beak, and stuffed the dessert in. As I did so, I got a good look at the inside of the Martian's mouth. It was really fleshy with a narrow passage in the back. The fleshy stuff was a purplish black color. It completely lacked teeth and a tongue, but it was wet and slimy with saliva.
The Martian coughed and choked. From the effort, he managed to remove the cake.
"It's that bad huh?" I mumbled to myself. The Martian gasped and panted harder than normal. He gave me an angered look.
"It wasn't that! You were stuffing that in my respritaory system! By doing what you did, you made me feel like this!" He wrapped a tentacle around my throat and tightened it so hard, I couldn't take even one breath.
"Ok...Ok...I get the point...I'm sorry...I didn't know!" I said. He slowly let me go. Once I got my breath back, I looked at him.
"Anything else I need to know?"
"Not at the moment."
"Okay. Good. The last thing I need is more surprises." I looked around the pit. The Martians were back to work. A few Handling Machines were lying in a neat line. They weren't being used.
I got to go to school in like 1 minute. Pleaz review. No time for advice. See ya!