The Great Sandwich of old sat atop the pedestal, slowly spinning in place. A light shone on it from above. Hamwich gazed upon the sandwich, ready to claim it as his own. He ascended the stairs reverently, yet with excitement ready to burst from within. It was said to be the tastiest sandwich among the rye fields.
When Hamwich reached the Great Sandwich of old, he paused to appreciate his journey thus far, then he snatched it from the pedestal and took a giant bite. Maybe this was the tastiest sandwich among the rye fields at one point. By now it had gone quite stale, and Hamwich stood there choking. He looked around for anything to drink but could find none.
Suddenly, Knight Pumpernickel dropped from high up behind him and slammed into the ground with a big glass of water in his hand.
When Hamwich reached the Great Sandwich of old, he paused to appreciate his journey thus far, then he snatched it from the pedestal and took a giant bite. Maybe this was the tastiest sandwich among the rye fields at one point. By now it had gone quite stale, and Hamwich stood there choking. He looked around for anything to drink but could find none.
Suddenly, Knight Pumpernickel dropped from high up behind him and slammed into the ground with a big glass of water in his hand.
"Looking for this?" he questioned Hamwich.
And when the sandwich snatcher reached for it, Knight Pumpernickel quickly withdrew. He ran out of the chamber with water in hand, and Hamwich slowly followed, coughing and wheezing as he did. It'd be another arduous journey, but now he needed that water, and defeating Knight Pumpernickel was the only way to quench his thirst.
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