Kevin's Watch

Suddenly the ceiling crashes down as none other than the Lord Foul rides through the lunchroom on top of a HUGE ball-and-chain!

I'm BAAACCKKK!!!

Wait a tic! Who's operating this crane?!

AIIEEE! HEY UP THERE! STOP SWINGING!

*quickly loses his balance and topples off the huge metal ball*

Oh, my bum! Looks up, defenseless, and surrounded by veteran food fighters.

Great, I'm going to have to rescue you again. *waves hand at Master, Master levitates up, pulls hand back, Master flys out through door*

When are you going to learn?

He doesn't like being called that.

I'm closing this Food Fight, because of all the rotting food. It'll still be here for you all to go through at your lesiure (hope I spelled that right).

There is a perfectly good, mildly smelly, Food-Fight II. Use that.