This was it. The time. The ultimate challenge.
I quaked in fear as I looked into the depths of the enemy.
The Fridge.
I stared in horror at the comida stuffs that had been gathered there. Macaroni, bacon, lettice, cheese, all in there together, an army of mass destruction.
I gulped in some fresh air, and the contest began.
For here, the Fridge was cleaned rarely, perhaps once a every three decades, maybe less. The contest was a war between everyone who lived here; Annie, Nick, David, Rebecca, Crescent, Robo-Knuckles and myself. Also compeating was Manic. The victor was the one who found the oldest...
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