When Pretzels Attack II: Return of the Killer Pretzels

Let's see, where were we?  Oh yes, of course.  In the lunch room again, on a beautiful spring day, the cafeteria packed with smiling faces, etc etc etc.  Little did the delighted children know, danger was lurking in the shadows.  You see, an evil menace had been released into the lunchroom-  Killer Attack Pretzels, free and on the loose, ready to choke the unsuspecting diner!  I know, I know, frightening, isn't it?  the though of such evil ittle things running loose in a room full of people.  It's almost too much to handle.  Do try though, we can't have you running around and screaming and generally creating a panic now, can we?1

Well, as no one knew about the terrifying truth of the Killer Pretzels, things were going pretty smoothly.  Not perfect, of course (when are things ever perfect), but close enough. Now, let us turn our attention to one table in particular.  This seemingly innocent table was sitting a few pretty young girls, daintily eating their lunches. Unseen by all, the Killer Attack Pretzels were hiding in the shadows under the table, waiting to strike.  Then another laughing, carefree young person sat down at the table. Something about this person infuriated the Pretzels.  Loosing no time, they lept to atack the luncher (hey, shut up, I"m the one making this up, and if I can write about somethign as absurd as killer pretzels, then I can make up a word or two too).  the poor unsuspecting person wa squickly torn to shreds by the merciless pretzels.  2

Now you're probably wondering why exactly the Pretzels decided to attack this person out of all the rest.  Well, let me tell you:  It was out of compassion.  Yes, I said it- compasion.  But, you ask, how can the Pretzels be compasionate, when I just called them merciless?  Well, it IS possible.  You see, the Pretzels can have compasion- for their own kind.  th thing that made this girl stand out was the fact that she was eating Pretzels.  Yes, Pretzels!  It's terrible, isn't it?  That's what the Killer Attack Pretzels thought anyway.3

Well now, as I'm sure you can imagine, things were pretty stirred up.  Unfortuantly for you, I'm done writing.  Yes, yes I know, I can't just stop writing in the middle of the story.  Or can I?  You see, I'm the one with the pen, so i can do whatever I want.  And i want to end this story.  So goodbye, my friend (or enemy or stranger or whatever), untill the next installment of "When Pretzels Attack."4