Focus on the goblin picture. Allow it to sink through your layers and breach the core. Abandon previous thoughts about goblins.

The sound of a goblin’s hand smacking your horse.

Traxtore invaded us 10 years ago. I am still trying to understand it all.

Traxtore eating live pigs, feet first then tail then everything. He forced me to tickle the pig’s belly throughout, to loosen the juices. 

And what prompted their leave? Suddenly, after 3 years of domination they upped and left. They did not explain themselves. Everyone thought it a miracle but I am skeptical, for if they came once they can come twice.

My sword is sharpened every morning. It collects no dust. It is hungry for goblin parts.

Danny is a hardworking dude. Loving father and husband, chef, all-around fancyman. This dude is rising from humble beginnings to galactic heights.

Look at how Danny grips the spoon, how no excess pressure is applied to any spot. Look at his smile. 

Mr. Mayor recently visited Danny’s restaurant, said it was awesome: “That fish…my goodness. I just wanna jump in the river and sing.”

Grandma taught Danny to cook.

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Hey it’s Dandan! What’s happening slugger? You doing good at school? Being nice to Grandma? Here, I got something for you, over on the back table. It’s a wooden spoon just like Grandma’s. Whoa easy there! Don’t poke your eye out little man, you’re just getting started.

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Keep cooking Dandan. How much I love you. Our spirits entangled, your spices keeping everything interesting. Your wooden spoon is still happening, and all those screamin-hungry bellies won’t feed themselves. C’mon, I’ll help you up. Where are your shoes? Here. And do you want some water? No, nobody’s here yet, but we should get started. Oh you freakin maniac, get up, we gotta start working.