"What is the meaning of pandiculation?" Guduungksh asked in faer elegant voice.
"The act of stretching while fatigued," Sven answered proudly.
He was doing his sacred duty when Kendra poked her dull-minded, non-yellow head into the sacred space.
"Helloooooooooooooo, friend," Kendra said.
"I am trying to do my newly assigned job, Kendra."
Sven was getting annoyed with her thinking that she was better than the Bread God.
"Sven, come into my office please," the Bread God's voice rang out through the speaker. Sven had been playing music while doing his duty that was assigned to him.
"Coming!"
Hummel's piano Sonata #3 in f, Op 20 - TheStampAct nanoseconds later...
"Thank you for coming to my office. I hope you like my underwater palace. Now, what is the difference between whole-wheat-Bread, whole-yeet-bread, and holy-Bread?"
"Nothing oh mystical Bread god. They sound the same!"
"That is my accent, Sven. If you want to continue the divine task that was assigned to you, you must answer correctly."
"Of course, idyllic Bread God," Sven answered while lowering his eyes in shame, for he had failed to appease the almighty, yellow-haired, fish scaled like the fishes Bread God.
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