FOOD FIGHT!

I get my tennis racket and him them right back at you. (You should have seen that one coming, Kurt)
 
but the machine catches them like in cartoons and throws 'em back at your
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I put a huge guy in front of me just in time for the ginger bread to hit him, and to make him mad so he start chasing you with a basket of stale french bread, which he uses to club him.
 
<-- scoops handfuls of Mom's leftover waldorf/jello salad from Thanksgiving and flings it everywhere. You've covered in red jello, pink Kool-whip, mushy walnuts, and grapes. Mwahahahaaa

(still wonder why there's some left?)
 

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