User blog:Explorer 767/BoF Log 1: Dawn of the Living Pies

The pies attacked.

SQUISH!

"AAAAUGH! GET 'EM OFF ME!"

They clustered onto the creature, smothering his feathers with O'Berry filling and beige whipping cream.

"OH, GOODNESS SAKES, NOT THE FLIPPIN' FILLING! THAT'LL NEVER COME OFF!"

As the tern tried to escape his creamy, edible prison, the pies relentlessly squashed him further like a trash compactor.

"MMMFFFF FFFMMFFMM MMMMMM!"

That's when it happened... the pies began to buzz.

TO BE CONTINUED!