Chapter Gator: Waiter
"You heard that the war ended, eh?" asked Dale to his bowl of pudding. No one else was home, but he had just heard the big news via the radio and he just had to tell somebody.
The pudding then entered Dale's mouth. He was pleased by its flavour, but there was a peculiar feeling when it happened upon the backend of his tongue.
Dale scratched his chin pensively like a dingo pondering kangaroo meat. "I think I can put this inside a more correct location…"
Thusly, Dale tilted his head back and slowly dripped the pudding into his empty eye socket. It stung a little due to the chili powder sprinkles, but it still felt very noble indeed.
"What in buttz name are you doing!?" shrieked Oogway as he entered the room. He dropped his cane in shock, tripping and stumbling into the coffee table and stabbing his tongue on the corner.
"CRIKEY!" shouted Nelson as he descended from the ceiling from his work helicopter. He ran up to the injured tortoise and cradled him dearly.
"It was an accident!" cried Dale, pudding seeping from underneath his sunglasses. "I didn't know such actions would frighten our darling master!"
"Lights are fading…" Oogway murmured as his tongue continued to bleed upon Nelson's expensive tie.
"Oh my toad, he is dead…" said Nelson as Oogway took the stairway to heaven.
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