The Dare Machine

Chapter 3

Dare: Add a detailed section of your character making a sandwich.

Randy woke up, and looked around. He was sitting in the middle of a group of cats in the shape of a piece of bread.

"Make us sandwiches!" all the cats howled in unison. "Use this magical food!" One of the cats stood up, and waved it's magic wand. He stood up, and walked over to the place where miscellaneous jars of foods were precariously stacked in a missile pattern. Sighing, he pulled a loaf of bread off the top of the pile. He turned around to see a cat holding a butcher knife. The cat swung the knife, and... Placed it gingerly in Randy's hand. He shrugged, and lifted the knife. As he sliced the bread into thick slices with his left hand, he pulled down jars of ingredients he would need. Pickles, ham, tuna, cheese, lettuce, mustard, olives, eggs, toothpicks, baguettes, and tons of other things. He reached over to the bread, and grabbed a slice. He set it down on the counter that had appeared with the food, and put on his best determined face. First, he took a leaf of lettuce, and slapped it down on top of the bread. Then, he sliced a tomato, and placed the three biggest, juciest slices equal distances apart on top of the lettuce. Then, sweating in concentration, he slowly centered a pink slice of meat over the bread, lettuce, and tomato [A/N I used to think that was what BLT stood for. :P], and lowered it onto the round, juicy tomato slices. He picked up a piece of cheese, and lay it down on the meat. Then, he grabbed the bottle of mustard. Carefully making sure to make a perfect circle, he squirted mustard on the cheese. He added on five more slices of cheese, and soaked another piece of bread in vinagrette before placing it down on top of the rest of the sandwich. He stabbed a toothpick into it, and lifted up his masterpiece. As he was handing the sandwich to the cats, a laser came, and it disintegrated. He looked outside the jail cell, and saw a chicken.

"Hello, I am Jimothy MCLXVII. (1167) I have come to stop you from creating a hole in the space-time continuum." The chicken said quickly.

"Wha- I was just making a sandwich!" Randy stuttered.

"Come. No time to explain. We must stop the frankfurter from acheiving roman architecture!" and with that, reality blurred around Randy. When his vision returned to normal, he was standing in front of Starbucks. "Sorry, wrong earth-threatening coffee shop. However, this one is quite dangerous too." Said Jimothy MCLXVII. He teleported with the chicken again, and appeared in a cave.

"Welcome to my home." Jimothy MCLXVII said quietly.

"What?" Randy whispered, astonished.

"Yeah, it's amazing. Well, I guess I get this kind of stuff when I'm an oracle."

Jimothy MCLXVII snapped his (fingers?), and a TV appeared. He sat down, and began to watch.

"Aren't we supposed to be... You know, saving the world or something?" Randy asked.

"From what? This guy?" The chicken chuckled, holding up a granola bar.

"No, wasn't it a frankfurter?"

"Meh." The chicken shrugged, taking a bite out of a sausage.

Suddenly, Randy heard an explosion.