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The Roast Is Toast

Aurelia faded into existence, like a ghost trying to make her presence known. She smiled, saying “Hello everyone! Sorry I’m late. I was trying to get decapitated in one of Mess’ ficlets, but it didn’t turn out the way I’d planned. I got here as quick as I could.”

“You’re not late!” shouted Mighty-Joe. “You’re right on time!” He threw a match, and the gasoline can exploded, nearly catching the table on fire. The pig-on-a-spit was engulfed in flames, and nobody wanted to get close enough to put it out.

“You were supposed to put the gas on the logs, then light the logs, not light the gas can!” an angry Not You bellowed. “Now what are we going to eat?”

“Pff, it was just for show anyway,” said Young. “You can’t eat digital meat!”

Not You shrugged her shoulders. “You’re right. I guess that means…”

“Sloppy painter sex behind the gazebo?” interrupted Mighty-Joe, excitedly. “Maybe?”

“You read my mind!” she replied.

“Freakin’ weirdos.” said Jessica Brown, as she took another sip from her champagne…

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