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Fletch the Oven Master

The fluorescent glow of the Pizza Hut kitchen had never been Fletch's preferred lighting. His natural habitat, the realm of the orcs, boasted the harsh, beautiful glare of volcanic ash and the flickering torchlight of cavernous halls. Here, it was the relentless hum of fryers and the clatter of pizza trays. Fletch, an ogre-type monster whose hulking frame barely fit beneath the low-slung ceilings, had endured another shift. The final buzzer for the last delivery order echoed like a distant war drum. Fletch, whose official title was, "Oven Master & Dough Specialist", slammed a fresh Supreme into its thermal bag. "Done", he rumbled, a sound that made the teenage cashier jump. The red Pizza Hut polo, stretched taut across his broad, greenish chest, felt like a straightjacket. The smell of processed cheese and stale bread clung to him like a desperate limpet. He didn't bother with the staff locker room. The polo was ripped off with a single, powerful tug...
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Whistle a Tune of Twinkle

Whistle a Tune of Twinkle




Whistle a tune of twinkle,
A melody in the night,
With stars up in the heavens,
That sparkle pure and bright.

The moon is softly glowing,
As shadows dance and sway,
While fireflies are drifting,
In their own sweet ballet.

There’s music in the garden,
Where dreams and laughter play,
With whispers of the breezes,
To guide us on our way.

So whistle a tune of twinkle,
Let joy and magic soar,
For every note is precious,
And life’s a song to explore!




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