When Sandy was sufficiently full of salad, she smelled the scent of the sizzling steaks, and her verdant vision turned red. She refilled her bowl with more salad, then walked out onto the deck, and peered silently over the edge. There she viewed her traitorous guests cooking her own meat, on her own grill, at her own party. With a ferocious shriek, she leapt off the deck and onto the grill, her fury blocking all pain from her burning feet.
Sandy shoved the tongs into the bowl, and ripped them back out, clutching a heaping tuft of greens. Then she shoved the salad into Beef Archibalds' mouth, and gripped his jaws and made them chew. She repeated this with each of her guests before they could flee, and when all had swallowed a mouthful, she repeated herself "I said. . . time to eat some salad."
Her guests nodded and smiled green smiles, then returned to their places at the table to eat more salad as she so adamantly requested.
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