"The grub's always good here, Jerry."
"You can say that again, Carla."
"Hey Jerry, do yo ever wonder what happened to Chelsea and Tina?"
"I do, it's been a while since I've seen them in the muck."
"True, if anything I swear that even though everybody's been growing, the swarm's been getting smaller and smaller."
"Yeah, I noticed that as well. I haven't seen Jason, Erin, or Chester in weeks."
"Well, let's not dwell on it too much," Carla reassured him. "At least the food here's better than what we were fed in the previous pond."
"Yeah, that soybean stuff may have been packed with protein, but lacked in flavor."
...
Meanwhile, along the walkway of the Thames River, a portly man with flour still freshly packed onto his apron called as he pushed along his cart, "Hot pies! Get'chour hot pies here! Freshly baked with England's finest eels!"
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OMGOSH! LOL! I had the sneaking suspicion someone was in trouble , but I didn't think they were going on a pie. I love this! ❤️
I knew things weren’t looking good for their friends or for them!! Pies…ew!