Drabble+: Sandwiches
Prompt: Sandwiches, crusts on or off
Characters: Frances J. Worthington III, Beau Broke, and Tank Grunt
Wordcount: 258
Warnings: none
"Frances Jules Worthington the third! What on Sim Earth are you doing?"
"Making sandwiches," he said, holding up the knife and a bottle of dijon mustard. "Obviously."
"But you're cutting off the crusts!" Beau exclaimed.
"Ummm, yeah. Obviously."
"You can't do that! The crustman will get you!"
"Who?"
"The CRUSTman! He comes to take away naughty little boys who don't eat their crusts! Didn't your mother teach you anything?!"
"You have got to be kidding me. You can't eat sandwiches with crusts. Sandwiches with crusts are so..."
"Yeah? Go on. Say it."
"Crusty."
"That wasn't what you were going to say." Beau said, hands on jutted hips. He leaned in closer to Frances and paused dramatically for a moment before adding, "Was it?"
Frances was about to speak when they heard a familiar heavy step approaching the kitchen. Beau sprung back into an upright position.
"Tank will settle this!" He took the plate which contained both the crusty sandwich and the decrusted sandwich, and held it out to offer it to Tank. "Hey, T! Help yourself."
Tank picked up the crustless version and stuffed it in his mouth. Frances smugly glanced over at Beau.
"Good sandwiches," Tank said, with a full mouth, while proceeding to pick up and eat the crusted version. He moved on without missing a beat.
"He didn't even notice the difference," Frances said.
As he went to get a glass from the cupboard, Tank picked up the discarded crusts from the counter and popped them in his mouth too.
“Tank IS the crustman,” Beau said.
Characters: Frances J. Worthington III, Beau Broke, and Tank Grunt
Wordcount: 258
Warnings: none
"Frances Jules Worthington the third! What on Sim Earth are you doing?"
"Making sandwiches," he said, holding up the knife and a bottle of dijon mustard. "Obviously."
"But you're cutting off the crusts!" Beau exclaimed.
"Ummm, yeah. Obviously."
"You can't do that! The crustman will get you!"
"Who?"
"The CRUSTman! He comes to take away naughty little boys who don't eat their crusts! Didn't your mother teach you anything?!"
"You have got to be kidding me. You can't eat sandwiches with crusts. Sandwiches with crusts are so..."
"Yeah? Go on. Say it."
"Crusty."
"That wasn't what you were going to say." Beau said, hands on jutted hips. He leaned in closer to Frances and paused dramatically for a moment before adding, "Was it?"
Frances was about to speak when they heard a familiar heavy step approaching the kitchen. Beau sprung back into an upright position.
"Tank will settle this!" He took the plate which contained both the crusty sandwich and the decrusted sandwich, and held it out to offer it to Tank. "Hey, T! Help yourself."
Tank picked up the crustless version and stuffed it in his mouth. Frances smugly glanced over at Beau.
"Good sandwiches," Tank said, with a full mouth, while proceeding to pick up and eat the crusted version. He moved on without missing a beat.
"He didn't even notice the difference," Frances said.
As he went to get a glass from the cupboard, Tank picked up the discarded crusts from the counter and popped them in his mouth too.
“Tank IS the crustman,” Beau said.