In Search of the Holy Spam

[ch85us2001]

It hit Chu like a ton of feathers. The delighted screaming of feminine voices from down the hall. The overwhelming smell of vodka. The distinctly . . . Liberal feeling. He had been caught by Magrus!! Feeling a small rumbling in his stomach, Chu got up to search for something to eat. He found a loaf of Bread, and nibbled on the corner of it. He also found a pitcher of Tequila.

He let himself sag onto the rough, stone floor. His quest was done, failed. The Spam Factory had blown up, long before he could journey into it's dark chasms. It was possible that there would be survivor's, however, and he knew he had to escape from this prison.

He noticed a movement beside him. It almost looked like a goat . . .