later, as we sat in front of winona ryder on tv, hatboy blew on his coffee to send steamy ghosts into the air. “y’know that thing you did with the second noodle ogre? how’d you do that?”“oh, it’s just a matter of turning their wrists until you hear a soggy snap.”
“delightful sound.”
“wasn’t it? what about the squishy noises they made when i rammed their leader into the pot.”
“still gives me the giggles.”
“you didn’t finish all of your warrior.”
“i’m saving some for my burgers.”
“not noodleburgers again? how you can do that with perfectly good defeated ramen is beyond me.”
“think you can defeat another army tomorrow?”
“i don’t think so. we’re being ravaged by a band of sneaky sausage rolls and tomato sauce beasts, remember?”
“oh, yeah. i forgot. wednesday?”
“the spooky kebab creatures of khalim.”
“saturday?”
“i think i could fit them in.”
hatboy patted his ample girth. “me too.”
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