You begin to put the mayo on the bread fantasizing about what decades you’d most want to visit first. The 20’s might be nice. A time of decadence and carefree, and you’ve got knees just begging for some Charleston action. Perhaps the 80’s so you can relive your own glory days of teased tresses and FINALLY having someone understand who you are impersonating when you do your fantastic Curtis Armstrong impression. (You once even won a talent show with that!)

Your fantasizing is cut short when you realize the room is beginning to smell. Like really REALLY smell. You’re pretty sure it isn’t you. It might be you though. Perhaps you should check your pits and see if it...

*BOOM*

whoopsie...forgot about that second possibilty Fuzzywig warned you about. Oh, well. Sorry you died and stuff. Hope you don’t mind if I finish your magic and wishes sandwich. I do so like them when they are toasted.

THE END

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