Sturdley's Magical Mystical Blog

Musings on life, liberty, and the pursuit of derpiness.

Day Four

This morning, a man came to our house carrying several grocery bags. He told me they are organizing resistance to take back our town, and that we should arm ourselves. I showed him my finger-gun, he said, “I’ve got something better,” and handed me a box of pop-tarts.
I suggested that if we wanted our town back from the Canadians, we probably only needed to ask nicely. He just frowned and said, “that’s not the American way.”
“You’ll be hearing from us again when we’re ready to mobilize,” he said as he walked away.
I must admit to being nervous about these new weapons, as I have not yet taken any pop-tart safety training. But for now, we wait.

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