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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich. But don't be fooled into thinking that this is an innocent sandwich. No. This was the king of all sandwiches. The one to rule them all!  because this sandwich had 8 layers. You might be wondering "why is Mr, Roussy eating an 8 layer sandwich?", as many people would. Now the reason for this is not, in fact, that he is hungry. It is not that the sandwich tastes good. The reason my friends, is that Mr. Roussy is attending the North American Champion Division For Those In Need Of Speed Eating. This speed eating competition (also called the NACDFTINOSE, for short) attracts the finest speed eating from around the world! Now obviously if this speedeating championship is only for the best, the food must be difficult. So that is why Mr. Roussy is eating this particular sandwich.

Now if you are one to follow the NACDFTINOS, like I am, you would know that today is the most important day in NACDFTINOS history! 2020 marks the 100th anniversary for the sport, and the champion William Fischer hasn't been defeated for the past 49 years! This means that if the amazing William Fischer wins today, he will have won half of all NACDFTINOS events in history! Mr. Roussy being the competitive speed eater that he is, strives to beat the amazing William Fischer.

That brings us to the event itself. The competitors sit down, ready their 8 layer sandwiches, and BANG! The alarm sounds, sending the competitors into a frenzy that can only be described as complete chaos! Everyone inhales their sandwiches, sending crumbs of food everywhere! Half of the layers probably ended up on the floor, and one of the judges slips on a piece of cheese! This sends him crashing to the ground narrowly missing Mr. Roussy! Mr. Roussy is thrown off his speed eating game and misses a few seconds where he could have been devouring his poor sandwich. He is already upset because the alarm went off before he expected it to. The crowd yells at him saying "You didn't have a chance anyway"! Mr. roussy can't take it anymore. He runs offstage furious with himself, the crowd, and The amazing William Fischer when he hears the cheers of the man's 50th consecutive win!

Mr Roussy left the competition in a hurry and was happy to be home on his very comfortable couch.  He couldn’t stop thinking about the  North American Champion Division For Those In Need Of Speed Eating but as he looked down at the pile of newspapers, there on the front page in the right hand corner was a little ad for the National Hot Dog Speed Eating Competition.  He grabbed the paper and quickly went to his computer to sign himself up.  As he signed himself up, he could see the fellow competitors and there once again was his rival William Fischer!!  He gasped as he couldn’t believe once again he would be up against this guy.

The upcoming week went by very slowly, but Mr Roussy was determined to do everything he could to prepare for his win!  He jogged, he cooked so many hotdogs, he practiced stretching his muscles in his stomach to be able to fill it with loads of dogs!!  The day finally arrived.  He got to the competition early so that he could get his favourite spot on the competition table, the end seat.  All the competitors were ready to go and as luck would have it, it started to pour.  They decided to continue with the event in the rain and all of a sudden the timer started counting down.  3-2-1 - BEGIN...off they went, eating as fast and as many dogs as they could.  Just as the timer was running out of time, out of nowhere, a coyote jumped up onto the table and devoured the hotdogs that were left.  Everyone was screaming and running to get away from this wild animal, which was still eating the hotdogs.  Mr Roussy however, was not afraid and continued to devour his plate of hotdogs along with the coyote.  Just then, the timer went off.  Mr Roussy was so excited to find out if he had won and everyone started to laugh as they quickly realized that the coyote was actually a very friendly dog that had escaped from his owner from the park nearby.

After some deliberation by the judges, it was decided that Mr Roussy was indeed the winner!  William Fischer could not believe that he lost, but was actually happy for Mr Roussy as he said “Anyone that can eat with a so called wild animal and not be afraid, deserves to win”

The two men shook hands and went their separate ways, until they would meet again at the next competition.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. That was the only thing that he thought was nice about this orphanage. This orphanage that Mr. Roussy worked as a part-time worker called Home of Peace Orphanage, was the strangest place he has ever been. Everything was run by robots that looked half human. Mr. Robotmaker, the director of the Home of Peace Orphanage, used to be an inventor. Mr. Robotmaker once told Mr. Roussy that he was the one who created all the half human robots in this orphanage when Mr. Roussy was hired to work here. Although it was very strange that he and Mr. Robotmaker were the only humans working at this orphanage. Mr. Roussy really didn’t want to work here if only he had enough money. His family was a poor family, and because of his sick wife and young children, he had to support all his family. 
One day, Mr. Roussy saw one of the robots hurting a child in the orphanage with a fork and knife.  Mr. Roussy was so shocked and scared, but the robot was so strong that he couldn’t stop the robot from doing it. So Mr. Roussy ran right into the office to tell Mr. Robotmaker about it. However, Mr. Robotmaker said, “You will have to keep it quiet, or else you are fired.” 
Mr. Robotmaker was smirking with a face of a psycho. Then he said again, “I know you have your whole family to raise”
Mr. Roussy couldn’t say anything, but to decide to keep it secret.
That night, Mr. Roussy couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened that day. He knew that this was wrong, and he thought that this orphanage was more strange and dangerous. Mr. Roussy would have reported this to police if only his salary wasn’t so high, which was more than enough money to raise his whole family. He couldn’t sleep that night because he was so guilty about his decision and because of how selfish he became. 
Next day, he kept seeing the robots abusing the children but all he could do was ignore it. When he came home that day, his wife asked him if he was okay. Mr. Roussy wasn’t. His thoughts were saying, ‘You shouldn’t sacrifice innocent children just for your happiness. And you know that doing this wouldn’t make you and your family live happy’. But another part of Mr. Roussy was saying, ‘No it’ll be okay unless you don’t tell your family about it. You will feel guilty for your whole life, but not your family. Isn’t that the perfect plan to make your family live happily forever?’
Finally, Mr. Roussy said to his wife, “I think there is something wrong going on at the orphanage.”
As soon as he said it out loud, the half-human robots slammed opened the front door. In a short moment, his children and wife were taken by the robots. Children were crying and his wife was screaming in tears. Mr. Roussy too, was taken by one of the robots, but it was so strong that all his movements were drawn back. Then, Mr. Roussy threw his ceramic mug cup at one of the robots and it started to punch other robots. Maybe they were not as smart as he thought. By the time when Mr. Robotmaker appeared, all the robots were punching each other, ending up breaking all their parts out of their body. Without his robots, Mr. Robotmaker was just an old man. He had no power. When Mr. Roussy, his wife, his children and Mr. Robotmaker were hearing the siren of the police car, Mr. Roussy asked Mr. Robotmaker, “Why did you do this? Why did you hurt the children?”
And Mr. Robotmaker replied with emotionless eyes, “I need them in order to take back my daughter alive.”
That was all he said before he was arrested by the police. Then everything came back to normal and Mr. Roussy missed eating the sandwich. 

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Once upon a time, Mr.Roussy ate a sandwich for lunch and it was good. But, once the day went on, Mr.Roussy started to feel queasy. He was starting to get concerned so he went to the hospital. While in the waiting room, he was throwing up a ton and feeling even worse. After a few hours past, it was finally his turn to see the doctor. Mr.Roussy was so relieved once the doctor came but Dr.Fancypants was not very invested nor good at his job. He didn’t talk much and didn’t bother to write anything down. Mr.Roussy was very upset but before he could say anything, the doctor told him that it was just food poisoning and he could pay for his medical bill at the front desk. So he walked up to the desk and the nurse gave him his bill. He was expecting 70 maybe $80 but when he went to go write a check, He saw the total. $360? For that terrible Doctor? Mr.Roussy was furious and enraged. He was not going to spend $360 dollars on a useless doctor appointment with terrible service. So he looked up at the nurse and said that he needed to make a complaint about Dr.Fancypants. He paid $100 instead and walked out to his car and drove home. A week later, Mr.Roussy was all better and he got an email from the hospital saying that the terrible doctor was fired and he would get a free appointment next time.THE END

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and, it was good. This sandwich was ordinary but, to Mr. Roussy, it was everything. It's what kept Mr. Roussy running all this time. He couldn't imagine a morning that didn't involve his classic homemade sandwiches. One morning, one terrible morning, Mr. Roussy woke up, got dressed, brushed his teeth, took a shower, then headed downstairs to make his sandwich. As Mr. Roussy entered his kitchen, he immediately noticed a strange buzzing sound emitting from his microwave. So he quickly made a mental note to check it out later. As Mr. Roussy took out the bread, the buzzing sound began once more, but all Mr. Roussy could think of was making his sandwich, so he quickly ignored it. Mr. Roussy carefully placed the last two pieces of bread into the microwave to heat them. Seconds later, the microwave roared and came to life with a stutter, and soon after, two massive angry eyes grew out of the old dusted glass. Mr. Roussy backed off with a fright. He had just witnessed his microwave come to life! The rustic microwave was cooking up a storm inside its body. It was tossing the bread around and tormenting it with flames! As quickly as the angry eyes appeared, it was gone, everything returning as it had been before, except for the pile of ashes that were the remains of the bread. Mr. Roussy was petrified. He had never started a day without his sandwich. Without hesitation, Mr. Roussy picked up his bag and left for the nearest fast food store. He wouldn't let his day be ruined, like this. As Mr. Roussy entered the building, a rich aroma quickly escaped the store. Without a doubt, Mr. Roussy ordered an ordinary sandwich. A few minutes passed until finally, Mr. Roussy was called up to take his food. He quickly took his food and made a rush to get back home. Within seconds seagulls flew down to peck on his sandwich. Mr. Roussy recoiled and sent the sandwich flying into a puddle. SPLASH!. His sandwich was long gone. At that moment He was positive this was fate and, that he would have to continue his day without his sandwich, so he decided to get a bowl of cereal instead.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. As he was finishing the last few bites, he thought about how much he had to go through to eat this sandwich. Earlier that day he was sitting at his table, watching the rain pour down, when he thought about how hungry he was. He went to his kitchen to be met with a cupboard empty of bread. “Darn it” he thought. “Well, I suppose I have to go to the story anyway” he said to himself. He grabbed his keys, put on his shoes, and headed out to his car. He hit the unlock button on his keys, heard the beep, and pulled on the door handle. Nothing. He pressed the button again, heard the beep, and attempted opening the door. It still wouldn’t budge. Frustrated, he took his physical key to his car, inserted it in the slot, and manually unlocked the car. When he grabbed the door handle, the car’s lights turned on. When he opened the door, the car sped forward to the other side of his driveway. He stammered back, dazed for a moment that the car had moved on its own, before growing frustrated again and stomping over to his car. When he reached it, he began to step in before it sped backwards to the beginning of his driveway. “Fine!” he yelled. He walked to his car, shut the door, and locked it. “I’ll just walk” he said. He quickly went back inside his home, grabbed an umbrella, and headed down the sidewalk. The rain was pouring heavily, and the wind began to pick up. It whistled as it got caught in Mr. Roussy’s umbrella, and began lifting it away from him. He held onto it with all of his might, but the wind was stronger, and his umbrella flew away. The rain began soaking him with nothing to cover his head. He noticed a line of trees heading down the pathway he was taking, and hurried under them. He walked under this mini shelter until he heard the boom of thunder. He got back onto the sidewalk, knowing not to go under a tree in a thunderstorm. He decided mother nature didn’t like him that day, and just tolerated the rain. When he reached the grocery store, he headed to where they kept the bread. He spotted a large crowd, all grabbing loaves of bread, and hoped they wouldn’t take it all. When the crowd passed, he saw one singular loaf left on the shelf. He felt relieved before he saw someone else heading towards the shelf. They looked over at him, and started speeding up. Mr. Roussy matched their speed. They both grabbed the bag at the same time, and started a game of tug-o-war. Mr. Roussy gasped, let go of the bread, and pointed to the front entrance of the store. “What’s that?!” he yelled. His competitor turned to look, believing there was something there, as Mr. Roussy had given up the bread to bring attention to something. Mr. Roussy grabbed the loaf out of their arms, ran to the check out, and headed home. The rain didn’t bother him this time. When he got home, he took two slices of the bread, and made himself a sandwich. He sat down, and began to eat it. “Hey, this tastes pretty good!” he thought. As he was finishing the last few bites, he thought about how much he had to go through to eat this sandwich.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich. But don't be fooled into thinking that this is an innocent sandwich. No. This was the king of all sandwiches. The one to rule them all!  because this sandwich had 8 layers. You might be wondering "why is Mr, Roussy eating an 8 layer sandwich?", as many people would. Now the reason for this is not, in fact, that he is hungry. It is not that the sandwich tastes good. The reason my friends, is that Mr. Roussy is attending the North American Champion Division For Those In Need Of Speed Eating. This speed eating competition (also called the NACDFTINOSE, for short) attracts the finest speed eaters from around the world! Now obviously if this speedeating championship is only for the best, the food must be difficult. So that is why Mr. Roussy is eating this particular sandwich.

Now if you are one to follow the NACDFTINOS, like I am, you would know that today is the most important day in NACDFTINOS history! 2020 marks the 100th anniversary for the sport, and the champion William Fischer hasn't been defeated for the past 49 years! This means that if the amazing William Fischer wins today, he will have won half of all NACDFTINOS events in history! Mr. Roussy, being the competitive speed eater that he is, strives to beat the amazing William Fischer.

That brings us to the event itself. The competitors sit down, ready their 8 layer sandwiches, and BANG! The alarm sounds, sending the competitors into a frenzy that can only be described as complete chaos! Everyone inhales their sandwiches, sending crumbs of food everywhere! Half of the layers probably ended up on the floor, and one of the judges slips on a piece of cheese! This sends him crashing to the ground narrowly missing Mr. Roussy! Mr. Roussy is thrown off his speed eating game and misses a few seconds where he could have been devouring his poor sandwich. He is already upset because the alarm went off before he expected it to. The crowd yells at him saying "You didn't have a chance anyway"! Mr. roussy can't take it anymore. He runs offstage furious with himself, the crowd, and The amazing William Fischer when he hears the cheers of the man's 50th consecutive win!

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. the sandwich was so good in fact, that Mr. Roussy didn’t notice 3-year-old Amelia Hansen get up from her seat beside him and waddle over to the basement door. Mr. Mitch Roussy first began his babysitting business after looking for jobs online, later realizing that it can be much harder to find a job than it seems. As Mr. Roussy finished up the last of his sandwich, Amelia began fiddling with the doorknob on the basement door, something she did often, enjoying the scratchy clicking noise the loose metal doorknob made on the wooden door as she turned it. This time the door made a new sound, Creeeeeaaaaaak. The door slowly groaned open. The light from the dining room illuminated the steep staircase ahead. Amelia, being a naturally curious child, began scooting down the steps, something she learned while her parents tried, and failed to teach her how to go up and down staircases. Thump, thump, thump. The sound of the young girl descending the hollow steps filled the otherwise quiet house. Oblivious to the fact that Amelia was no longer sitting beside him, Mr. Roussy decided to finally get out of his very comfortable position on the couch, where he was planning to take a nap, and see where the quiet noise was coming from. Mr. Roussy turned the corner, making a curious grunting sound as he spotted the open basement door, which looked unsettlingly like it had been taken straight out of one of those cheesy horror movies. At that moment, Mr. Roussy seemed to finally realize the young girl he was supposed to be watching was no longer with him. “Amelia?” Mr. Roussy called, his voice echoing down the dimly lit stairway. No answer. The only sound was the scurrying of small footsteps. Mr. Roussy practically leaped down the stairs, skipping every other step. When he made it to the bottom of the winding staircase, his eyes widened. A wide eyed Amelia ambled across the cold basement floor, dragging her small fingers across a smooth metal orb, around the size of a soccer ball, with a bronze star shape on the top, sitting on an intricately shaped golden pedestal. Mr. Roussy scooped Amelia in his arms, shook at how quickly he lost control of the child on his first babysitting job. However, just as he was about to bring Amelia back upstairs, Mr. Roussy noticed a faint glow coming from the bronze star on the top of the metal orb. He turned to see where the disturbance in his vision was coming from and saw a blurry light being projected into the frosty basement ceiling coming from the bronze star. Forget horror movies, this is something straight out of ‘Star Trek’, Mr. Roussy thought, feeling his curiosity taking over his common sense. No. Mr. Roussy thought, Mind your own business, Roussy, you need to set a good example… and I want my babysitting money… but nevermind that part, He coached himself. Mr. Roussy took one last glance at the ceiling, where the projection had faded to just a memory. He brought Amelia into her bed, turning off her light, and turning on the star-shaped night-light that sat on Amelia’s bedside table. He walked over to the comfortable spot on the couch and began waiting for Mr. and Mrs. Hansen. To his surprise, when he looked at the clock, the number 10:43 stared back at him, meaning he only had to wait 17 minutes before he was paid, and out of there. As he was waiting, however, Mr. Roussy couldn’t stop thinking about the strange metal orb in the Hansen’s basement. He knew he shouldn’t be nosy. He knew it was none of his business. But as soon as he decided he wouldn’t investigate and he would be a good little babysitter, his feet had already taken him down the staircase and placed him in front of the strange metal object. Mr. Roussy stared at the bronze star in the center of the orb for what felt like hours. He eventually seemed to realize nothing would happen if he just stared at it, so he reluctantly tapped the center of the star with his middle knuckle. Nothing. Not even a buzz, or a crash, or… He really didn’t know what he was expecting anymore. Suddenly, a monotone, yet somehow intimidating voice evenly rang around the room. 10, 9, 8… Mr. Roussy began freaking out. He didn’t know what to do, and apparently, his feet didn’t either, because no matter how hard he urged them, they stayed glued to the cold, concrete floor. 7, 6, 5, 4… Mr. Roussy was beginning to accept his fate… he really shouldn’t have walked down those stairs. 3, 2, 1, the voice boomed, sounding much more ominous than it probably was. Immediately, the furthest wall burst open, revealing what looked like a thousand statues. No, not statues. These were metal. Robots, Mr. Roussy thought in disbelief. He walked into the room, which was now illuminated by millions of L.E.D lights lining the ceiling. Rows of metal body’s filled the massive room. Intruder. Just as the thought left his mind, Mr. Roussy realized it wasn’t his. It was like a radio at the back of his head. The Robots were somehow transmitting words into his mind. As soon as the realization hit, another one came like a blow to the gut. All the robot’s heads were facing him. And they looked ready to Attack. Intruder, Intruder, Intruder. The word blasted through Mr. Roussy’s mind. He ran. Up the stairs, shut the door, through the dining room, and out the front door. As soon as his panic calmed, another surge of fear hit. Amelia. She was still in the house, And Mr. Roussy just heard the crashing of the wooden basement door onto the hardwood dining room floor. Oh no, oh no, oh no! Those were the only two words going through Mr. Roussy’s mind. he had to think. there was a 3-year-old girl in that house that needed to be saved and he wasn’t gonna run away. Just as all hope seemed lost, there was movement at the corner of his eye. A raccoon scratched at a green garden hose at the side of the house. A plan began to form in Mr. Roussy’s mind. The hose. As soon as the plan took shape, now came the action. He burst the door open, not wasting a second before he turned the hose on full blast, soaking each and every pesky Robot in his way. He sprinted to Amelia’s room, scooping up the young child in his arms, and sprinted back down the stairs, garden hose in hand. He slammed the front door behind him closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. despite knowing all the robots were now completely harmless, he didn’t want to see how much damage was done to the inside of the house. “Mama!” Amelia cheered, sending chills down Mr. Roussy’s back, and making him realize his eyes were still shut. He reluctantly opened one eye, getting a glimpse of the horrifying scene in front of him. Yes, more horrifying than one thousand robots chasing him. Because seeing the twisted look on both Mr. and Mrs. Hansen’s face made Mr. Roussy really fear for his life. Mrs. Hansen stomped over to Mr. Roussy and snatched her child from his arms, who thankfully was completely unharmed, and seemed to be excited for the drama that was surely ahead. “You and I need to talk.” Mrs. Hansen said, quickly followed by a stern glare from Mr. Hansen. Mr. Hansen reached for the doorknob, obviously ready to enter his home after a night out. “DON’T GO IN THERE!” Mr. Roussy instinctively shouted, regretting it after he realized how terribly suspicious that sounded, and being rewarded with another skeptical glare from Mr. Hansen. Of course, Mr. Hansen turned the doorknob anyways, looking a lot less surprised to see piles of robots littered on top of one another in their foyer than most people would. He and Mrs. Hansen shared a look that seemed to bring them to one conclusion: It cannot be known. It took Mr. Roussy a second to realize their mouths didn’t move when they said the words, instead projecting them into the back of his mind like a radio, and it took him another second to realize what they just decided. “Let’s not get too carried away...” Mr. Roussy tried to reason, a bead of sweat dripping down his back as Mr. and Mrs. Hansen both turned to him unanimously and reached into their handbags, each pulling out a metal orb about the size of a baseball, with a bronze star pointing towards him. Bye, bye, The Hansen’s voices rang through his head as the outline of the bronze star began to glow silver. “Not today” Mr. Roussy decided, finally coming to his senses and snapping out of his shocked stillness. He blasted the Hansen's with a jet of water strong enough to knock the gadgets from their hands. “YOU MORTALS NEVER COOPERATE!” The Hansen’s screeched, unanimously, once again. They scrambled for their weapons, but before they could grab the soaked orbs of metal, they were tied up in a green garden hose. “That’ll teach ya’ not to mess with the great Mitch Roussy!” Mr. Roussy exclaimed, feeling very proud of himself for the victories of the day. The Hansen’s radio-projected one final message into his head, “You don’t know who you’re dealing with, human. Your species won't survive another decade, your ignorance will be your demise!” the threat was still echoing in Mr. Roussy’s consciousness when a police car showed up on the side of the road, probably after being called by one of the neighbor's and asked him what felt like millions of questions They took care of Amelia, who was too distracted by a fluttering butterfly to realize any of the drama in the front lawn. Mr. and Mrs. Hansen were then Immediately arrested, especially due to the fact that their house was filled with Soaked Robots. Mr. Roussy went home after the exhausting day, If this is what babysitting is like every time, count me out, he thought, closing his eyes, preparing for a sound sleep he very much deserved.

The End

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On a warm, summer day at around 7 A.M Mr. Roussy woke up from a long and relaxing 9 hour sleep. He did the same thing he did every day,  wake up, head to his bathroom, brush his teeth, take a shower and head downstairs into his kitchen to get the day started. He got his laptop out and started to check his Gmail account. Slowly, he started to get more bored, and more hungry, so he decided to go on Instagram. He scrolled down furiously, as his boredom consumed him. Eventually he got so bored, he took to reading all of the ingredients on a carton of orange juice. "Vitamin D, Citric Acid, Natural Sugar..." He said to himself quietly. At this time he looked over to his kitchen counter, and suddenly it clicked. Thoughts started rushing through his mind, at a million miles a second. "Lettuce..., Tomatoes..., Bread..., Bacon..." He said while his eyes were wide open.  He quickly darted to his kitchen and combined all these ingredients to make, a BLT sandwich. Mr. Roussy stared at it and was shocked on how amazing he could make this sandwich. He carefully gripped the sandwich and put it to his mouth. He took a bite, and it was the most amazing thing he had ever eaten. He took another bite, and another and eventually he kept taking bites until he ran out of sandwich. Mr. Roussy knew that he had something interesting to show the world. He needed to let the world know that he was the most amazing sandwich maker on the planet. So, Mr. Roussy took to the streets and started making sandwiches there and sold them for $2.99 each. BLT sandwiches, Grilled cheese sandwiches, it didn't matter! Mr. Roussy could make every type of sandwich imaginable. One day, while Mr. Roussy was experimenting with a new type of PB and jam sandwich he heard a knock at his door. Then he heard another and suddenly someone was knocking a whole lot on his door. He jogged over to the door and opened it. He saw a man, probably 6'1 with short hair and wearing a black tuxedo with some black sunglasses. Behind him he saw 3 men with the exact same outfits and a black van behind them. "Hello Mr. Roussy. I am Special Agent John and we are the department of sandwiches, from the United States government. We have come to arrest you for making too good of a sandwich." "What!!!" Mr. Roussy said. But it was too late. The men had brought handcuffs and handcuffed Mr. Roussy and brought him in the van. Mr. Roussy was hungry so he asked for a sandwich. Obviously the special agents said no and then they went on their way. They arrived at the USSP or the United States Sandwich Pentagon where they put Mr. Roussy in a secret jail cell. Mr. Roussy hated the pentagon, at lunch they were served empty sandwiches that were just 2 pieces of flat bread. But that wasn't the worst part, they were whole wheat! Mr. Roussy had an idea though, he grabbed the piece of bread and brought it over to his cell. He let the bread dry under his bed for a few days and then it became hard as rock. He molded the bread into a fork and started scratching the wall to escape. After weeks of doing this proccess he finally escaped and ran away from the Sandwich Pentagon. He didn't exactly know where he was or what city he even was in but he guessed he was somewhere in British Columbia. So, he went to a church then prayed to the sandwich gods. "O' Sandwich gods, please cast me a sandwich and let me escape back to my home." All of a sudden, the perfect sandwich appeared right in front of him. It was freshly baked French White bread, with some Great smoked meat, some rare goat cheese and the freshest vegetables on it. He took a bite of this sandwich and became a superhuman! He could think smarter, run faster and jump higher. Mr. Roussy was now the most powerful person on the planet, but there was a catch. In his excitement he hit his head on a wall, and forgot how to make a sandwich! He could no longer make his favourite food and that made him incredibly sad. Over the next few hundred years, the police tried to find him, but Mr. Roussy could escape just but swimming to a different continent in a matter of hours! He had explored the entire world yet he was still missing one puzzle piece in his life. Sandwiches. Mr. Roussy had not had a sandwich since the year 2020, and it was now 2402. Sandwiches were banned by the USSP in 2297 because that is how Mr. Roussy escaped. Mr. Roussy knew he had to save the world. So, he long jumped over to the United states and went to the white house. The sitting president was George Washington's clone. Mr. Roussy demanded that sandwiches became legal again or else he would tell the rest of the world George Washington's secret. President Washington knew that he couldn't let the world know his secret, but sandwiches were too dangerous too bring back, so he decided to launch Mr. Roussy in space. Mr. Roussy was strapped to a rocket by an entire robotic army and then the rocket took off. Mr. Roussy was smarter than the robots the and he managed to hack the mind of one of the robots and redirected the rocket to the white house. Mr. Roussy jumped off the rocket and went up to George Washington again. He turned on the Presidental Television which broadcasts a message to the entire country. "George Washington has a secret he has never told anyone... except me. He lied about cutting down his father's cherry tree and got in trouble." Mr. Roussy said Confidentally. A few days later the country went into chaos! The citizens were shocked that the first president ever broke a law, so they decided they could break any law they want. They did insane things like put Pineapple on pizza and other more dangerous stuff too. The world went into chaos, and then George Washington sent the nukes up into the air and raining down. Suddenly Mr. Roussy woke up. "That was a crazy dream I just had!" He said to himself while going downstairs. Mr. Roussy looked over and saw the sandwich matierals in the exact same spot as they were in the dream. He was shocked, so he threw the sandwich stuff out then went on with his day.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. The next day he had a stomach ache and couldn’t think of what he ate to upset his stomach, he thought back to that delicious sandwich he ate and went to the kitchen to make another. Once he opened the cupboard he realized there was no bread. All of a sudden he felt the sandwich from yesterday coming back up, but it was whole. He spit it out and saw it had grown eyes, a mouth, a nose, all four limbs and ears! It stared at him and he stared back.

The sandwich finally broke the silence “It smells in there.” pointing to Mr. Roussys stomach

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Mr. Roussy screams, “ What- how- why-?”

“I am Sander the sandwich.” Sander says.

“But I ate you yesterday,” Mr, Roussy replies.

Sander just smiles and says, “exactly, I came back up to get revenge!”

Sander reaches for him but Mr. Roussy is gone in a flash. Sander runs out the door after him but he is nowhere to be seen. The little sandwich looks up and sees Mr. Sander up on the roof, he jumps down right on top of Sander.

“I got him, Yes!” he exclaims.

Mr. Rousey gets up off of Sander the sandwich and searches for a quick escape from the crime scene. He spots a pelican perched on the fence. Mr. Roussy walks over to the pelican.

“Hello Mr. pelican,” he says, “I am Mr. Roussy.”

He realizes how silly he looks, talking to a bird and hopes non of his neighbors are out.

“I’m looking for a way to get somewhere and fast,” Mr. Roussy explains “I was wondering If you could give me a lift.”

“You think I’m going to give you a ride?” The pelican says, “One, I’m a Mrs not a Mr and two I do not know you.”

“Well I told you my name, tell me yours,” Mr. Roussy says.

“My name is Pentula.” She says.

“Okay I will just hop on.”

Mr. Rousey gets on the pelicans back and they fly off to the swamp area near his house. Pentula drops Mr. Roussy and he lands with a smack on the muddy swamp floor. He hears a loud snoring in the distance. He stands up and starts sinking into the earth. Quicksand. He looks around to see if there is anything that he can use to put himself up. He notices a small shack with a light on in the window.

“Help, help.” he yells hoping whoever lives here is friendly.

The snores stop and everything is quiet. Still standing in the sand he's sinking quite fast. The shack door swings open and outcomes this huge green guy with long trumpet shaped ears.

“Help me I’m stuck in quicksand!” Mr. Roussy pleads.

“What are you doing in my swamp!” The green guy yells.

Mr. Roussy looks for an answer in his head that sounds somewhat normal, “I was attacked by a sandwich and a pelican helped me get away, now I’m stuck.” Definitely not normal.

“Oh well that makes so much sense.” the big green guy says sarcastically.

“My name is Mr. Roussy, You are?” He says trying to be friendly.

“My name is shrek, what does it matter to you?” Sherk says.

The ogre comes closer with a flashlight and shines it in Mr. Roussy’s eyes.

“Well I would like to know the name of the person helping me” He explains.

Shrek looks flattered and grabs a branch from off of the tree. Mr. Roussy grabs the end and shrek pulls him out of the quicksand.

“Thank you so much,” Mr. Roussy says gratefully, “ I’m afraid I can stay though.”

“Maybe I will see you later.” Shrek says.

The ogre waves as Mr. Roussy runs off into the woods. Once he's about 10 km he notices a black hole and falls into it. He goes to the year 3056. Once he’s there he sees flying cars, huge buildings and digital skies. The only thing wrong with this world is that there are no humans, only robots. Once he gets to the center of the city, all the robots are surrounding him and come charging at him. They slap and punch him. The head robot approaches him, without saying a word he electrocutes him.

Mr. Roussy wakes up in a cold sweat. He observes his surroundings, He is lying in a hospital room. A doctor comes in and tells him he’s been in a coma for 5 months. The last thing that happened was that he ate a really good sandwich.

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Once upon a time, Mr Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good, then he went to get a drink and a smart robot that he created earlier stole the sandwich and hid it from him.  Everyday at noon it continued like this, he would make his own sandwich and when he went to get a drink the robot would take his sandwich and hide it then Mr Roussy would have to go look for it.  He was tired of that routine so today Mr Roussy had a plan: he would create two sandwiches and hide one near where he was going to eat so he would he sit down with the one sandwich, then go to get a drink and the robot would hide his sandwich, when Mr Roussy gets back and sees his missing sandwich he would take out his hidden sandwich.  The next day comes and the plan happened just like he thought it would!  Then he hears a knock on the door and he goes to see who it is.  He opens the tall door and standing there is a green alien!  In fear he immediately slams the door, takes a deep breath then turns around to go back to his sandwich, only to see that it has once again disappeared.  He looks around then suddenly sees another smaller alien escaping through a big window holding his sandwich and he realizes that the aliens were working together to steal his sandwich.  So he thought about making a sandwich and going to the beach to eat it, away from the robot and aliens.  So the next day that's exactly what he did, but while he was eating his sandwich a big cold wave splashed over him and made him drop his sandwich in the coarse sand.  He knew that he couldn't eat it after there was a bunch of wet sand in it so he thought about where he could eat his sandwich without waves, aliens, or robots.  He was thinking for a long time, and then it hit him.  He could buy and eat a sandwich at a food court!  So the next day Mr Roussy went to a food court and bought a big sandwich and while he ate the sandwich there were no aliens, waves, or robots.  The End.

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Once upon a time, Mr Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. After he finished his sandwich, he went to get another one. This time, right before he was about to take a bite of his delicious sandwich, a seagull swooped down and stole it from him. Mr Roussy ran after the seagull for about 15 minutes, finally caught up with it, and then wrestled it in order to get his sandwich back. Once he got his food back, he decided to keep the seagull as a pet, and named his Steve E. Mr Roussy was walking back to his apartment with his new pet seagull and his fantastic sandwich, when his landlord stopped him outside and said, “No pets allowed.” Mr Roussy was furious, so he punched the landlord in the face. The landlord and Mr Roussy got in a physical fight over Steve E. the seagull. Steve E. was so overwhelmed by all of the fighting that was happening over him, that he flew away with Mr Roussy’s sandwich. Mr Roussy was very upset, so he went and got another sandwich to help make him feel better. This time, right before he was about to take a bite of his delicious sandwich, he was abducted by aliens. The aliens really wanted his sandwich. Unfortunately for the aliens, Mr Roussy knew karate. He beat them all up and threw them out of the UFO and into space. Then, he flew the ship back down to earth, where he was then arrested for illegally flying a UFO unsupervised. The police men took his sandwich, and again Mr Roussy was upset. He hadn’t gotten to eat his sandwich yet. At the police department, Mr Roussy planned an escape route. He planned on digging a hole in his cell with his fingers that are somehow incredibly strong, crawling through, and running away. Everything went according to plan until it started to rain. Mr Roussy went off, walking in the rain to get himself yet another sandwich that he so desperately desired. Just when he was about to take a bite of his fantastic sandwich, he was hit by a car. But don’t worry, it was only one of those little toy cars that little kids drive around in. The little kid ran into Mr Roussy so hard that he dropped his sandwich down into a sewer. Mr Roussy was not happy about this. He crawled into the sewer to retrieve his sandwich when a giant rat crawled out of nowhere. Mr Roussy decided to name it Remi. The two became very good friends, talking about how good sandwiches are. When they had finished the conversation, they crawled out of the sewer and started walking back to Mr Roussy’s apartment. While they were crossing the street, Remi the rat got run over by a car. But not by a toy car this time, a real car. Mr Roussy was devastated for the loss of his rat friend, but mostly at the fact that the sandwich had also gotten run over. That’s when Mr Roussy had woken up from his dream. He was very upset, for he hadn't gotten to eat his sandwich yet.

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Once upon a time Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. Then he walked to the kitchen where he tossed his plate in the sink and sat back down on the couch. Suddenly he heard a knock on his door. Mr. Roussy was quite frankly annoyed that someone had the audacity to disturb him on his day off, but reluctantly he got up and opened the door.

“Special delivery for Mr. Camrondale.” said a delivery man.

“No, I think y-” But before Mr. Roussy could finish, a box was shoved in his arms and the man had left. Mr. Roussy, too tired to be all that bothered, set the box on the floor and turned on the tv. But suddenly he heard the box move. No, no that couldn't be right, but it was, the box moved three more times right in front of Mr. Rousey's eyes. He was so horrified that he finally decided to open it up. He sliced open the box and before he could say a word a Camapomp popped out. You are probably wondering what a Camapomp is, you see in the year 2134 Camapomps are one of the most illegal creatures in the world. Drug dealers pass them around quite a lot because they produce a slime-like substance that when ingested is highly addictive. So you can imagine the surprise when Mr. roussy had one in his living room. Suddenly all at once the Camapomp dove for him, furiously trying to bite him. Then the delivery man barged back in realising he had made a terrible mistake. Except this time he stood pointing a gun right at Mr. Roussy! I reckon he thought Mr. Roussy would tell the cops about this little Camapomp incident. Mr. Roussy dove out of the way in an attempt to not be shot. But unfortunately when he did, he fell out his window and onto a food bot (2134’s fastest way of getting your food delivered to you). The Camapomp was still attacking, crawling all over his face and arms, biting every chance it could get. Finally Mr. Roussy managed to chuck the Camapomp off his face just in time to escape an angry food bot now chasing after him. Suddenly he heard a loud thud, he looked behind him while running to see that the delivery man had jumped out of the window to chase after him. Now of course was the perfect time for the Camapomp to also get back up and start the chase agan. Mr. Roussy had now been running for a while and knew he couldn't go much longer. He glanced behind him to find that the Camapomp, the robot, and the delivery man were close behind. Finally he decided he had given a good enough fight, and just stopped. He simply waited for them to catch up. Just as soon as Mr. Roussy realized how terrible an idea this was, they all jumped for him. Mr. Roussy sat up, frantically gasping for air. He looked around to find he was sitting in his bed, relieved that this had all been one crazy dream.

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Nick Jessome.                    Once upon a time Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich at it was good. It all started when he woke up in his room. He slowly got up and made it to the shower. The frigid water hitting his skin was quickly enough to wake him up and get him ready for the day. Once he got out of the shower, he brushed his teeth and was off to work. Mr. Roussy was going to stop at a nearby Tim Hortons for breakfast, but when he got there he realized that he’d forgotten to bring his mask. He drove home as fast as the speed limit would let him and got his mask. There was an even bigger problem though: Mr. Roussy didn’t make it home in time so now he didn’t have enough time to get to work AND get breakfast. Mr. Roussy was torn. He had two choices, he was to either get breakfast and be late to work or skip breakfast and make it to work on time. His stomach was very upset, but Mr. Roussy knew that his boss would be even more upset if he were late, so for the first time in almost a year, Mr. Roussy had to skip breakfast. He got to work on time and sat down in his cubicle. He was getting some done, but not nearly as much as he would any other day. He just didn’t have the energy. Mr. Roussy’s stomach was growling. It started groaning so loud that his cubicle neighbour poked his head over the wall and asked him if he was okay. Time passed and the clock turned noon: lunch break. Mr. Roussy wanted to go to Tim Hortons, but the nearest one was too far away to make it back in time. In fact, the only fast-food restaurant nearby was a restaurant called “The Sandwich Shack” and it was infamous for being a hazardous place, especially for someone like Mr. Roussy. Once again, Mr. Roussy was torn. He could just stay and try to find any leftovers in the office, or he could risk it and get a sandwich. There’s a reason why this restaurant was so dangerous: the food is dangerously delicious. So good in fact that people threaten others, get into fights and even bring weapons and tools just to get their food before their stock runs out. Mr. Roussy decided that he will give it a try and walked over. He only had about 10 minutes before his break ended, so he had to act fast. There was already a fight going on, and apparently, it was so intense that everyone was circling around the fight and not the line to get food. So, Mr. Roussy ordered his sandwich: “The Mega BLT”. It was the best order on the menu. Some say that sandwiches were invented just so that The Mega BLT would be made. Right as Mr. Roussy finished ordering, someone came up to him and finished his order for him.	“Make that an ULTRA Mega BLT”, the stranger said. Mr. Roussy got worried because the Ultra Mega BLT is the same thing, just the same size as the orderer’s head. Mr. Roussy was starving, but even he might’ve not been able to finish it. He wanted to find the culprit that made his sandwich huge. Mr. Roussy turned around and was initially startled. The stranger was a robot. Recently, people had been getting chips, robotic limbs and more attached to them to make daily life easier, but Mr. Roussy knew why this stranger got the upgrade. He wanted to be intimidating so he would get his sandwiches. After an uncomfortably long silence, Mr. Roussy’s sandwich was finished. He decided to just bring it back to his work and eat and explain to his boss what happened, but someone stopped him at the door. It was the robot. 	“I think you’ve got my sandwich.”, the robot said. Mr. Roussy didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what this robot was capable of. He was in a rush to return to work, so he stood his ground.	“Actually, this is mine. I paid for it.”, Mr. Roussy replied. Everyone else in the restaurant started murmuring and looking around at each other. The robot gave Mr. Roussy a stern face.	“No, that’s mine now. Even if it was yours, it’s mine now.”, the robot said. Mr. Roussy didn’t know what to do. He thought that if the robot was actually capable of anything unordinary, he would’ve done something, so Mr. Roussy kept going. 	“I think you misunderstand, I ordered it, I paid for it, im holding it right now, so im going to eat it.”, by the look on the robots face he knew that the robot was holding it in and going easy on him. Mr. Roussy also soon realized that he made a big mistake not giving him the sandwich. The robot picked him and the sandwich up and tossed Mr. Roussy into a booth. 	“Fine. If it’s yours, eat it. All of it. Right now.”, the robot said. He was getting serious.	“And what if I don’t?”, Mr. Roussy teased to try to lighten the mood. The robot started to punch his palm over and over again. Some sparks flew off his hand and Mr. Roussy realized that he really screwed up. For a solid 30 seconds, Mr. Roussy just sat and stared down at the sandwich. He looked at the clock. He had 5 minutes left of his break. There was no way he was going to finish at that time, but he had no other choice. He picked up the sandwich and took his first bite. Everyone started murmuring again, but this time it was positive. Mr. Roussy took bite after bite. HE hadn’t eaten anything in 19 hours and the whole time he had been in the restaurant, the smells made him at least 20 times more hungry. He was too busy thinking when he took his first bite, so he didn’t even think about how it tasted. He took a huge second bite and his mouth exploded with flavour. He kept taking more and more bites and kept thinking about how anything could taste this good without being from heaven. Everyone in the room was staring at Mr. Roussy in awe. They didn’t know how much he loves food. They didn’t know how much he loves sandwiches. They didn’t know how hungry he was. He was halfway through the sandwich and he didn’t even realize that everyone was staring at him, nor did he think about how his body’s potent craving for nutrition was slowly dying down as he was taking bite after bite of the greatest thing that has happened in his life. He didn’t have time to worry in these moments. His only thoughts were the bread, the bacon, the lettuce, the tomato, the cheese, the meat and everything else on top. Everyone, even the robot was wide-eyed, staring at Mr. Roussy, watching as he devoured his poor sandwich. Everything was going smoothly until Mr. Roussy had to burp. In the few seconds that he took to burp, his trance wore off. He looked up at everyone staring at him and looked down at the last few bites of his sandwich. Then he looked down at his stomach. He was full. He took another bite and felt as if he were going to explode. He felt a hand touch his shoulder.	“Deals off.”, the robot said. Mr. Roussy’s heart sank. After all this, he was still going to get beaten? When he looked up to see the robot’s expression, he realized he misunderstood the situation. “This is mine now. Or at least the remains.”. Mr. Roussy hadn’t been this happy for a while. He could rest. The robot took it and used an extension to compress it into a small tablet and ate it as he walked out of the restaurant. Mr. Roussy followed soon after and returned to work. He was a few minutes late, but even that was enough to get him fired. Later that night, Mr. Roussy got an email from none other than The Sandwich Shack. It was for an interview. At the beginning of his day, Mr. Roussy thought that it was going to be a bad day. At noon, he thought it was going to be the worst day of his life. But at night, it quickly turned out to be the best day of his life. Legend has it that he’s still working there today. 

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Nick Jessome.                    Once upon a time Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich at it was good. It all started when he woke up in his room. He slowly got up and made it to the shower. The frigid water hitting his skin was quickly enough to wake him up and get him ready for the day. Once he got out of the shower, he brushed his teeth and was off to work. Mr. Roussy was going to stop at a nearby Tim Hortons for breakfast, but when he got there he realized that he’d forgotten to bring his mask. He drove home as fast as the speed limit would let him and got his mask. There was an even bigger problem though: Mr. Roussy didn’t make it home in time so now he didn’t have enough time to get to work AND get breakfast. Mr. Roussy was torn. He had two choices, he was to either get breakfast and be late to work or skip breakfast and make it to work on time. His stomach was very upset, but Mr. Roussy knew that his boss would be even more upset if he were late, so for the first time in almost a year, Mr. Roussy had to skip breakfast. He got to work on time and sat down in his cubicle. He was getting some done, but not nearly as much as he would any other day. He just didn’t have the energy. Mr. Roussy’s stomach was growling. It started groaning so loud that his cubicle neighbour poked his head over the wall and asked him if he was okay. Time passed and the clock turned noon: lunch break. Mr. Roussy wanted to go to Tim Hortons, but the nearest one was too far away to make it back in time. In fact, the only fast-food restaurant nearby was a restaurant called “The Sandwich Shack” and it was infamous for being a hazardous place, especially for someone like Mr. Roussy. Once again, Mr. Roussy was torn. He could just stay and try to find any leftovers in the office, or he could risk it and get a sandwich. There’s a reason why this restaurant was so dangerous: the food is dangerously delicious. So good in fact that people threaten others, get into fights and even bring weapons and tools just to get their food before their stock runs out. Mr. Roussy decided that he will give it a try and walked over. He only had about 10 minutes before his break ended, so he had to act fast. There was already a fight going on, and apparently, it was so intense that everyone was circling around the fight and not the line to get food. So, Mr. Roussy ordered his sandwich: “The Mega BLT”. It was the best order on the menu. Some say that sandwiches were invented just so that The Mega BLT would be made. Right as Mr. Roussy finished ordering, someone came up to him and finished his order for him.	“Make that an ULTRA Mega BLT”, the stranger said. Mr. Roussy got worried because the Ultra Mega BLT is the same thing, just the same size as the orderer’s head. Mr. Roussy was starving, but even he might’ve not been able to finish it. He wanted to find the culprit that made his sandwich huge. Mr. Roussy turned around and was initially startled. The stranger was a robot. Recently, people had been getting chips, robotic limbs and more attached to them to make daily life easier, but Mr. Roussy knew why this stranger got the upgrade. He wanted to be intimidating so he would get his sandwiches. After an uncomfortably long silence, Mr. Roussy’s sandwich was finished. He decided to just bring it back to his work and eat and explain to his boss what happened, but someone stopped him at the door. It was the robot. 	“I think you’ve got my sandwich.”, the robot said. Mr. Roussy didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what this robot was capable of. He was in a rush to return to work, so he stood his ground.	“Actually, this is mine. I paid for it.”, Mr. Roussy replied. Everyone else in the restaurant started murmuring and looking around at each other. The robot gave Mr. Roussy a stern face.	“No, that’s mine now. Even if it was yours, it’s mine now.”, the robot said. Mr. Roussy didn’t know what to do. He thought that if the robot was actually capable of anything unordinary, he would’ve done something, so Mr. Roussy kept going. 	“I think you misunderstand, I ordered it, I paid for it, im holding it right now, so im going to eat it.”, by the look on the robots face he knew that the robot was holding it in and going easy on him. Mr. Roussy also soon realized that he made a big mistake not giving him the sandwich. The robot picked him and the sandwich up and tossed Mr. Roussy into a booth. 	“Fine. If it’s yours, eat it. All of it. Right now.”, the robot said. He was getting serious.	“And what if I don’t?”, Mr. Roussy teased to try to lighten the mood. The robot started to punch his palm over and over again. Some sparks flew off his hand and Mr. Roussy realized that he really screwed up. For a solid 30 seconds, Mr. Roussy just sat and stared down at the sandwich. He looked at the clock. He had 5 minutes left of his break. There was no way he was going to finish at that time, but he had no other choice. He picked up the sandwich and took his first bite. Everyone started murmuring again, but this time it was positive. Mr. Roussy took bite after bite. HE hadn’t eaten anything in 19 hours and the whole time he had been in the restaurant, the smells made him at least 20 times more hungry. He was too busy thinking when he took his first bite, so he didn’t even think about how it tasted. He took a huge second bite and his mouth exploded with flavour. He kept taking more and more bites and kept thinking about how anything could taste this good without being from heaven. Everyone in the room was staring at Mr. Roussy in awe. They didn’t know how much he loves food. They didn’t know how much he loves sandwiches. They didn’t know how hungry he was. He was halfway through the sandwich and he didn’t even realize that everyone was staring at him, nor did he think about how his body’s potent craving for nutrition was slowly dying down as he was taking bite after bite of the greatest thing that has happened in his life. He didn’t have time to worry in these moments. His only thoughts were the bread, the bacon, the lettuce, the tomato, the cheese, the meat and everything else on top. Everyone, even the robot was wide-eyed, staring at Mr. Roussy, watching as he devoured his poor sandwich. Everything was going smoothly until Mr. Roussy had to burp. In the few seconds that he took to burp, his trance wore off. He looked up at everyone staring at him and looked down at the last few bites of his sandwich. Then he looked down at his stomach. He was full. He took another bite and felt as if he were going to explode. He felt a hand touch his shoulder.	“Deals off.”, the robot said. Mr. Roussy’s heart sank. After all this, he was still going to get beaten? When he looked up to see the robot’s expression, he realized he misunderstood the situation. “This is mine now. Or at least the remains.”. Mr. Roussy hadn’t been this happy for a while. He could rest. The robot took it and used an extension to compress it into a small tablet and ate it as he walked out of the restaurant. Mr. Roussy followed soon after and returned to work. He was a few minutes late, but even that was enough to get him fired. Later that night, Mr. Roussy got an email from none other than The Sandwich Shack. It was for an interview. At the beginning of his day, Mr. Roussy thought that it was going to be a bad day. At noon, he thought it was going to be the worst day of his life. But at night, it quickly turned out to be the best day of his life. Legend has it that he’s still working there today. 

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Once upon a time Mr.Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good,  he was about to say the end when he saw another turkey sandwich.  He was about to go eat it in his kitchen when he heard a noise at the back door he went to go check but nothing was there.  He came back to eat his delicious sandwich when it was gone.  But then out of the corner of his eye he spotted a trail of crumbs on the ground he followed them all the way to this house a block away.  He was about to make his way into the house to confront the person who stole his amazing sandwich but he looked up from the trail of crumbs and realized this was a haunted house.  All though he was terrified he had to get what was left of his sandwich.  So he walked up to the house and knocked on the door and there was no answer.  All of the sudden the sky turned dark and it was a stormy day. He entered the house and just as he opened the door a man came out eating a turkey sandwich.  Mr. Roussey said to the man “ that was my sandwich and you stole it”.  They argued for about 10 minutes before the man gave the sliver of the sandwich that was left back,  Mr. Roussey decided he was not going to eat the rest of the sandwich because that would be gross, but then the sandwich kept tempting him and he was about to eat it but then the wind from the storm took it right out of his hands.  Mr. Roussey was furious and said to himself why is everyone trying to take my sandwich away from me.  He looked back and saw the guy who stole his sandwich door was shut but out the window looked to be some sort of clown and right then Mr. Roussey freaked out.  He sprinted back to his house but then he saw a food truck that just opened right beside him and guess what they had turkey sandwiches.  He wanted to just get back to his house as quickly as possible but then went anyways and got one because it was his favorite food.  Then made his way back to his house and walked in backwards to make sure nothing had been following him.  He reached back and opened the door still looking behind him.  When he got in he shut the door and locked it and sighed with relief.  But when he turned around the clown was right there inside waiting for him.  Mr. Roussey was so scared but did not want to give up his sandwich.  Then Mr. Roussey had an idea, he said “a food truck just opened right beside me and you can get sandwiches there.” He gave the clown 5 bucks which was the cost of the sandwich.  He never came back again and Mr. Roussey finally got to enjoy his sandwich

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Staten Leonard. Once upon a time, Mr Roussy ate a sandwich, and it was good. He was still hungry so as he stood up and walked over to his kitchen to grab some mouth-watering cold cut meat, and he stood in disbelief. He had no cold cut meat left, and he was very sad because he was so hungry, Mr Roussy said to *himself* "let me bike to the store and get some meat to make a delicious sandwich. As he left to go grab his bike he closed the door behind him and as he reached for his bike in the garage he heard his *door open* he thought to himself "maybe I left the door open and I just forgot" as he walked to the door it was wide open with a gust of wind blowing in his house he shut the door once again, he walked over to his bike and as he got on it *He heard the door slam shut once again* he *sighed* and got off his bike. This time he locked the door to make sure it was closed and wouldn't open also. This time he got on his bike and rode away without a worry, as he started to get closer to the store it began to rain a little bit, he thought to himself *ah it's only raining a little bit I can make it there and back in time before it starts pouring. As he arrived at the store it began to rain more and more, he quickly went into the store and as he opened the door there standing in front of his eyes was a man dressed in all black with a mask on demanding money from the cashier, Mr Roussy tried to get out of the store and the man dressed in all black grabbed him before he could open the door. Mr Roussy desperately asked the man to let him go, and the man would not budge, the man dressed in all black was still grabbing Mr Roussy and than Mr Roussy thought to himself *I have to fight back if I want to live* Mr Roussy elbowed the man right in the face, and then turned around and punched the man in all black and the man was knocked out, he was the only one in the store that had the confidence. He called the cops and left the store to go make himself a sandwich, but as he left, it was pouring of rain, and now he had to bike through the strong winds and rain. He made it home after 30 minutes of struggling through the weather, and as he got home he noticed the door was open, he thought "someone had broken in" he went to his garage and grabbed a knife just in case he came in contact with whoever was in there. He ran up the stairs and saw an object float right in front of his eyes. He gasped as the object was thrown at him and shattered into pieces. He left his house and the door shut on its own behind him with a message saying "don't come back" on the door. He called the cops, and when they arrived, everything was back into place, and he was shocked. The police called him crazy, and to this day Mr Roussy doesn't know what was in his house, but whatever it was it was evil. The end. 

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Staten Leonard. Once upon a time, Mr Roussy ate a sandwich, and it was good. He was still hungry so as he stood up and walked over to his kitchen to grab some mouth-watering cold cut meat, and he stood in disbelief. He had no cold cut meat left, and he was very sad because he was so hungry, Mr Roussy said to *himself* "let me bike to the store and get some meat to make a delicious sandwich. As he left to go grab his bike he closed the door behind him and as he reached for his bike in the garage he heard his *door open* he thought to himself "maybe I left the door open and I just forgot" as he walked to the door it was wide open with a gust of wind blowing in his house he shut the door once again, he walked over to his bike and as he got on it *He heard the door slam shut once again* he *sighed* and got off his bike. This time he locked the door to make sure it was closed and wouldn't open also. This time he got on his bike and rode away without a worry, as he started to get closer to the store it began to rain a little bit, he thought to himself *ah it's only raining a little bit I can make it there and back in time before it starts pouring. As he arrived at the store it began to rain more and more, he quickly went into the store and as he opened the door there standing in front of his eyes was a man dressed in all black with a mask on demanding money from the cashier, Mr Roussy tried to get out of the store and the man dressed in all black grabbed him before he could open the door. Mr Roussy desperately asked the man to let him go, and the man would not budge, the man dressed in all black was still grabbing Mr Roussy and than Mr Roussy thought to himself *I have to fight back if I want to live* Mr Roussy elbowed the man right in the face, and then turned around and punched the man in all black and the man was knocked out, he was the only one in the store that had the confidence. He called the cops and left the store to go make himself a sandwich, but as he left, it was pouring of rain, and now he had to bike through the strong winds and rain. He made it home after 30 minutes of struggling through the weather, and as he got home he noticed the door was open, he thought "someone had broken in" he went to his garage and grabbed a knife just in case he came in contact with whoever was in there. He ran up the stairs and saw an object float right in front of his eyes. He gasped as the object was thrown at him and shattered into pieces. He left his house and the door shut on its own behind him with a message saying "don't come back" on the door. He called the cops, and when they arrived, everything was back into place, and he was shocked. The police called him crazy, and to this day Mr Roussy doesn't know what was in his house, but whatever it was it was evil. The end. 

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Ben E                                  Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate his sandwich, but it sucked. So he went back to his kitchen and made another sandwich. This time he put different ingredients on it, but it still sucked. He got really mad at himself because he couldn't make a good sandwich. The next day he made another sandwich, and this time it was really good. He realized the two sandwiches he had yesterday were bad because the meat had expired, but today the turkey was good. The next day, he made a sandwich again, because Mr. Roussy loves a good sandwich. This time he ate outside to get some fresh air, but it was raining. When he ate his sandwich it was all soggy because of the rain, so it sucked again. Now Mr. Roussy was mad at himself for eating outside, and mad at the weather for getting his sandwich wet. The next day, he was determined to make a good sandwich. He made his sandwich, put it on the table, and went to the bathroom, but when he came back, his sandwich wasn’t there! His brother had eaten the sandwich, and there was no more bread left to make another sandwich, so he beat up his brother and told him to never eat his sandwiches again. Today, it was raining, Mr. Roussy’s brother was home, and there was no good meat in the fridge. It looked like something would go wrong, and Mr. Roussy would have to wait another day for a good sandwich. Again! But when Mr. Roussy woke up, he went straight to the grocery store and got all of his ingredients fresh for today’s sandwich. When he got home, he put up a canopy outside to eat under, so that his sandwich would not get wet. Then he went inside and convinced his brother to take a sleeping pill, which he disguised as gummy. By that time it was lunch, and the sleeping pill had taken out his brother. So Mr. Roussy made his sandwich, went under his canopy, and ate the best sandwich of his life in peace. That just goes to show that with enough thinking, planning, motivation, and drive for a good sandwich, you can accomplish anything.   

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Ben E                                  Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate his sandwich, but it sucked. So he went back to his kitchen and made another sandwich. This time he put different ingredients on it, but it still sucked. He got really mad at himself because he couldn't make a good sandwich. The next day he made another sandwich, and this time it was really good. He realized the two sandwiches he had yesterday were bad because the meat had expired, but today the turkey was good. The next day, he made a sandwich again, because Mr. Roussy loves a good sandwich. This time he ate outside to get some fresh air, but it was raining. When he ate his sandwich it was all soggy because of the rain, so it sucked again. Now Mr. Roussy was mad at himself for eating outside, and mad at the weather for getting his sandwich wet. The next day, he was determined to make a good sandwich. He made his sandwich, put it on the table, and went to the bathroom, but when he came back, his sandwich wasn’t there! His brother had eaten the sandwich, and there was no more bread left to make another sandwich, so he beat up his brother and told him to never eat his sandwiches again. Today, it was raining, Mr. Roussy’s brother was home, and there was no good meat in the fridge. It looked like something would go wrong, and Mr. Roussy would have to wait another day for a good sandwich. Again! But when Mr. Roussy woke up, he went straight to the grocery store and got all of his ingredients fresh for today’s sandwich. When he got home, he put up a canopy outside to eat under, so that his sandwich would not get wet. Then he went inside and convinced his brother to take a sleeping pill, which he disguised as gummy. By that time it was lunch, and the sleeping pill had taken out his brother. So Mr. Roussy made his sandwich, went under his canopy, and ate the best sandwich of his life in peace. That just goes to show that with enough thinking, planning, motivation, and drive for a good sandwich, you can accomplish anything.   

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. After he finished eating, he put the plate back in the sink. As he rinsed lightly with cold water, he heard a vague scream from the outside of his house. So he went out to the front porch to see what was happening. And he couldn’t believe his eyes. There were about twenty giant - almost the size of a housed machine along their metal arms and legs running around shooting, destroying cars, and houses. They were attacking whatever that was on their way. Mr. Roussy closed the door immediately and took a deep breath. ‘Woah’ he thought, astonished. He decided to call his wife Mrs. Roussy who was in Mexico because of her business trip. She picked up the phone in a few seconds. “Hello?”. “Okay, so I know you probably won’t believe this, but monsters are destroying our neighbourhood and they are killing people right now”, panting. He couldn’t hide his nervousness as he talked. “What are you talking about? Did you drink again? Ugh I told you not to call me if it’s not an emergency!” she said with an angry voice. “No no you gotta beli-” Mrs. Roussy hung up. “Hello? God damn it.”. He went to the living room and turned on the TV to see the local news. The anchor in the news said, ‘ We are not certain of anything yet, however, it seems that those monsters are vulnerable to water.’ He stood up and headed to the kitchen to get a bucket of water. He went to the street and splashed water on the giant machines. There were already several people who were pouring water. They gathered together to pour them into monsters. But because the size of monsters was enormous and the pail was so tiny, none took effect. Mr. Roussy went back to his house with disappointment and fear. After 5 minutes or so, he heard a spatter of rain. And after a few seconds, the rain got thicker and soon, the storm fiercely. He could barely see anything through the window. The rain had abated after an hour. The monsters outside had all fallen down. ‘Phew..’ he sighs with relief. ‘Paul! you need to wake up! It’s already 9.’ Mrs. Roussy said in a calm voice... 'hurry! Come eat  breakfast.' 'Okay,' he said, realizing it was all dream. 'What's for breakfast?'  He asked. 'A sandwich!' Mrs. Roussy answered.  Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. It was made of his last slice of turkey and his last sliver of cheese. He was happily enjoying his sandwich when all of a sudden, the sandwich was snatched from his grasp by a copy of himself. The evil Mr. Roussy clone grinned maliciously while taking a huge bite of the sandwich. Not even a minute later, an alien grabbed the sandwich (as well as the clone) and flew out of the window. Well, tried to. The aliens gaping wingspan combined with the extra size of his cargo had torn a Mr. Roussy size hole in the wall. The not-clone Mr. Roussy stared in shock for a minute before deciding: he was going to go rescue his sandwich. He rushed down the stairs and into his yard. He could see the alien in the distance. Carrying a sandwich. His sandwich. He leaped into his car and sped away from the house, leaving tire marks as he raced to save his precious sandwich. The rain was pouring down, making the roads slippery and dangerous. The thunder cracked in the distance and the lightning flashed but Mr. Roussy paid no attention to that. All he could think about was the sandwich and how he hoped he wasn’t too late. He took his eyes off the road to check where the alien was and due to the road condition, his car swerved and hit a tree. He was unharmed but still determined to take back his sandwich. He looked up and saw the alien landing on the top of a mountain. Mr. Roussy sprinted up the side of the mountain. Approaching the top, he ran towards the clone and the alien, screaming a furious battle cry. He tackled the clone and grabbed his sandwich before taking a long awaited bite. It was still perfect even though it was soggy. Mr. Roussy looked over at the alien and the clone. They both moping, without sandwiches. Mr Roussy tore a piece for each of them and together they enjoyed the sandwich.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy bought a sandwich from the cafe downstairs, but what he doesn’t know is that this is a sandwich that includes a tracker inside it.

That’s right! Mr. Roussy is a spy dressing up as a doctor in the United States. His job for this mission is to get the secret formula for a medicine called T02. Unfortunately, he had been discovered. Just one bite, the tracker will be stuck with him forever until he dies. Mr. Roussy had noticed some difference. With his years of experience, he knew something was wrong. Mr. Roussy slowly stood up, left the sandwich on the table and suddenly started running out of the cafe. Without a sign, people in that cafe stood up, grabbed out guns and started shuting. “Just in time!” The helicopter above him threw him a rope.

Mr. Roussy can finally take a break of all the hiding. Just as he was going to close his eyes, storms came. Huge ones. “Damn it.” Rain started pouring. There is no time left for them, they must land immediately. ‘CRASH’, lighting had struck their plane.

After a few days, Mr. Roussy woke up. The pilot was gone, either alive or dead, but he doesn’t know. He is all alone right now…… Or NOT! He saw some green creatures that are about 400 meters away from him. They look like the aliens that Mr. Roussy had seen on the books, but never believed them. “Actually?” He started mumbling to himself. These alien creatures saw Mr. Roussy, they started walking towards him. Now, they are only 50 meters away. These creatures started observing him, with some sort of fear on their faces. They didn’t speak anything, but they took Mr. Roussy to a table, there was a substantial meal. But, he doesn’t want to eat it, he doesn’t want to die yet. Just as he was about to run, a bright bright bright light shined, brighter than fire, brighter than the Sun.

“Mr. Roussy? Are you okay?” Mr. Roussy woke up, he is in England right now, in the hospital. The fishers said that they found him on the beach. Mr. Roussy doesn’t understand the place where he saw the aliens were really far away from England, not even close. He remembered every detail, but he decided to keep it inside, not to tell anyone.

THE END

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. He put his watch on and grabbed his hat, then started to make another one, right before he took a bite of his turkey sandwich it took a bite out of him. He screamed and so did his food. Out of the sandwich popped two arms, two legs, the rest of its face and two tiny shoes for its little feet.
“Hey!” he yelled. “What was that for?”
“What was that for?”
“Ya come on?”
“You are a sandwich!”
“Obviously! What else would I be? Now come on, I am hungry! Be my snack!”
“No way!”
The sandwich starts to stretch his legs, puts two of his fingers in his mouth and whistles. Flooding in from the windows, doors and vents comes other sandwiches identical to the original.
“I am Colin, King of sandwich land and if we ever have someone disrespect our nation we fight them. NO MAN LEFT BEHIND!”
“What?”
“CHARGE!!!”
The sandwiches turned to face Colin and charged at Mr Roussy. He sped up his stairs to the back door and raced out of his house. The sandwiches charged him and chased him. Into the pool he went, trying to lose the army. Colin whistled again and right then and there as Mr Roussy came up for air he was swarmed by bees. He was being pulled down to the bottom by an indescribable current. He threw himself out of the pool and ran towards the street.
There he felt the ground rumble and a bright light shone around him. Then everything went black. He woke up strapped to a hard table with needles, lasers and bright lights pointed at him. He heard his watch ring twelve and POOF he was gone. Everyone wondered what had happened. He was back in his kitchen making his second sandwich after putting on his hat and watch. He was about to take a bite of his sandwich and the sandwich was taking a bite out of him. It was happening again. He ran and ran and ended up back on the white table. The clock struck twelve and POOF he was gone. He went through this four times and realised if he stops making his sandwiches all together none of this could happen. But it still did. The sandwich made itself. He then decided to take off his clothes and do a full wardrobe change. Then after going through the torture of that all it took was the removing his watch.

THE END

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Once upon a  time, Mr. Rousy ate a sandwich and it was good, but at what price? While sitting in the lunchroom he took the brown paper bag out of the fridge. He was hungry, so hungry, so he ate it. It was a good sandwich, so flavourful and juicy. Then, the owner of the sandwich walked in, Mrs. Hannah. 
“Is that my sandwich? Did you just eat my sandwich?” Mrs. Hannah asked, with tension building in her voice.
“I’m sorry, I was just so hungry, let me pay for it, please” he reasoned. 
“No, it’s fine, just forget it.” She said bitterly, then turned and left.
	“Am I the type of person to steal someone else’s sandwich?” He thought to himself. He threw the bag out and left, still contemplating where his life got so off track that he lost the morals to not steal food. 
	Later that day Mrs. Hannah met up with Mr. Rousy in the parking lot. 
“I still haven’t gotten over you eating my sandwich, but I think I know a way I can.” She said. “I’m going on a local cooking show this weekend, I can get you a spot and him I beat you, I’ll forgive you.” 
“ Okay, sure, anything to get this weight off my chest, I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I’m really no the type of person to do something like this, I promise, I can’t forgive myself still.” He rambled, but by the time he had finished, she had already left.
	So he practiced. He had no idea what to expect, all he had gotten was an email with the time and address. Everything from soups to sufflés. He was all set to go. 
	He got in his car Saturday morning, “The snow has really pilled up,” he thought. He tried to start his car, but it wouldn’t turn on, he tried again, no luck. Ten minutes later he decided to walk. It was less than 2 kilometres, what could go wrong. So he started to walk. Five minutes in he began to slow down. The snow, now up to his knees, felt like a slow-motion filter. It was blowing in his face, almost freezing his eyes shut. Finally, after an hour, he arrived, just as it was about to start. 
	The competition was about steak, he had prepared, but apparently not enough. He lost, miserably. His steak had burned but was somehow also still raw. The judges literally laughed at him. 
“I forgive you by the way,” Mrs. Hannah said, “how could I not after how terribly you did.”
	That was enough for Mr. Rousy and he forgave himself, but he would never steal a sandwich again. 

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. But there was something wrong. It seemed too good. Mr. Roussy ate the same sandwich on his lunch break every day. He always gets it from the same restaurant as well. The restaurant was called “The sandwich shop”. So he went back into the shop, just out of curiosity. He wanted to figure out what was wrong. As he walked in, he felt the stares of everyone sitting in the shop. For some weird reason, he felt like an outsider. He went up to the counter where a lady was waiting to take orders. They had gotten to know each other, as he came here every day. “Did you put something different in my sandwich today?” he asked. “No, but only the best ingredients for you, your honour.” she spat with a bitterness he had never heard before. But it got so much worse. When he turned around, floating in front of him was a ghost. He must be dreaming, he thought. He pinched himself once. Twice. He wasn’t dreaming. And then the ghost spoke. “Don’t you realize who you are? You’re a royal!” He exclaimed. Mr. Roussy stared at him blankly. “That means you aren’t a normal human being.” He explained. “But if you haven’t noticed, people aren’t a fan of the royals. People think they are treated too well.”. “So you’re saying I’m the only one who hadn’t known this?!” Mr. Roussi yelled. He had forgotten he was in the middle of a sandwich shop, yelling at someone no one else could see. Was he delusional? Was he sick? Is this some sort of new disease? Before he could think, Mr. Roussy was snapped back into reality when the lady waiting to take his order asked, “What do you want?”. So he was daydreaming. That was a huge relief. If only Mr. Roussy had realized that the ghost was still following him, he would have been prepared for the mess he was about to get himself into. 

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After a long day of teaching, Mr Roussy was extremely hungry. On his way home he stopped at the deli for some fresh bread and turkey for a sandwich to find that it didn't have any turkey or bread. He was furious so he went home to make a sandwich with what he had. His bread and turkey was a little expired and he didn't think much of it, he took a great big bite to find him blacked out on the ground. He woke up the next morning feeling weird but he went to work anway. He felt an awkward feeling every time he touched the car door’s metal, when he touched his leather seat his head hit the ceiling to find he got 2 feet taller. He was very confused and felt very sick, he knew this wasn't right but when he started walking his stomach said i'm out. He barfed out 23 baby gremlin zombies that went ravage on everyone in the city, Mr Roussy didn't understand what was going on. He didn't like what he was doing but had no control, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and he realised that he had turned midnight green with crazy proportions to his face. 3 noses, 4 eyes he was an alien! He quickly realised he had to find out why this was happening and he needed to know how to stop this until he saw THE ROBOT. A giant meh that had a weird supernatural blasting gun that removed all the gremlins, he was scared and didn't know what to do, he knew he couldn't fight back because what he was doing was wrong so he took the hit… No buildings were damaged and the robot disappeared. He felt different and normal, He went back to touch the leather seat and was fine, he was still so hungry and didn't know what day it was so he went to the deli.

Once upon a time, Mr Roussy ate and sandwich and it was good

THE END

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Jasmine Klassen (by the way I know it is really long)

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Jasmine Klassen (by the way I know it is really long)

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. It was good, but not great. It had lettuce, tomatoes, mayo, cheese, bacon and turkey, but it still didn’t taste right. Mr. Roussy had always been a perfectionist. This sandwich was fine to the regular person's tongue, but not his. He had to get this recipe perfect or he would never win the contest. He needed to beat Carl. Carl was his arch enemy. He had always come in second place when it came to Carl. Carl was faster, smarter, better looking. Not this time Mr. Roussy said to himself, not this time.

The next day…

Mr Roussy still hadn’t found the recipe. The competition was in 3 days and he had to still make 100 sandwiches. He was starting to stress out. He tried every ingredient he could think of, but nothing was the right fit.

Two hours later….

Mr. Roussy decided it was time to go home and get some sleep because he was so tired. He was driving down his usual route when he accidentally took a wrong turn. He was so tired he couldn’t see properly.

“Pop!” There was a popping noise that came from his car. He soon realized it was his front, right tire.

“Pop!” There went the second front tire.

His car stopped working. He reached for his phone to call  for help, but, it was dead.

Mr. Roussy had decided to walk. He was walking for about 5 minutes when he saw two pairs of eyes. He froze. There were two black bears staring right at him. He started running really fast, but they were following him. He was tired, and just wanted to go home.

Then,  an idea popped into his head. Maybe they’re hungry.  He forgot about the half sandwich that was in his pocket. He took the sandwich baggie out of his pocket and removed the sandwich. He tossed the sandwich behind and kept running. He didn’t have to look back to know they had stopped running. He kept running when he ran into something hard, then it all went black.

Mr. Roussy had woken up to a sound he was too familiar with….chopping.

“What the… where am I.” He said in a panicked state.

“ Oh, perfect you’re awake.” a deep voice said.

“Who are you? What do you want? Where am I?” Mr. Rousyy shouted in a yell of panic

“I am Nex, and my mission is to help you find the perfect ingredient for your sandwich.”

Mr.Roussy stared at him with wide eyes. “Mission? Help me? What? Huh?” He rambled.

“Yes a mission. I am an alien sent from space to help you. Now get up and let’s go searching in my pantry ok?”
“Uhhh, ok?” Mr. Roussy responded

“Chop chop, we have a day and a half to prepare.” Nex hollered back.

Three hours later…

“No! No! No!” Mr. Roussy screamed.

“None of these are a perfect match.”
“Wait! How about this?” Nex questioned.

It was a pink plant with a bunch of pink leaves on it. Mr.Roussy had almost given up, but he decided to try it. He took off a leaf and placed it in the sandwich. This was it, this was the ingredient.

“Perfect! This is perfect. This is what I need to win!!!” He had exclaimed

Mr. Roussey stayed up for hours and hours making the sandwiches. It was the day before the competition and he and Nex had returned to Mr. Roussy’s home to sleep.

12 hours later..

“And the winner is.. Mr.Roussy and his brilliant and delicious sandwich!” One of the judges had said excitedly.

Mr. Roussy was so happy he won. After the competition he rubbed it all in Carl’s face. He then went to search for Nex to thank him, but he was gone.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. It was so good in fact that he picked one up everyday before work so he could eat it at lunch. He had the same routine everyday and got to know the sandwich maker pretty well. One cold and miserable day, Mr. Roussy was late for work. "Oh no, I slept in!" He exclaimed. He got in his car and rushed to the sandwich shop. "I would like my usual Mrs. Speck." He finally said after shivering from the cold. She looked nervous and at last told him the bad news. "I'm terribly sorry Mr. Roussy, but we just sold the last of your favourite sandwich to that man over there." Mr. Roussy turned his head around and realized it was his co-worker Jim who was walking out the door. Mr. Roussy's face turned red with anger. "No worries, have a great day!" He said with a forced smile. He sprinted to his car and drove to work feeling angry and a bit hungry. When he arrived at work he saw that Jim had already parked and gone inside. "Oh, hello Jim." Mr. Roussy says when he walks in. He searches with his eyes for the sandwich. He spots it behind his desk. "Hi Mr. Roussy, how are you doing?" Jim replies. Mr. Roussy rushes, "Yeah yeah I'm fine, hey I heard there was something the boss wanted to talk to you about. Possibly a raise?" He came up with that one fast. Jim's eyes lit up and he practically ran to the boss's office. "It's my chance, grab the sandwich and go", he thought to himself. He reached behind Jim's desk and got a hold of the sandwich. After speed walking down the long hall he made it to his office. A wave of guilt went over him, but he ignored it. At 12:30, it was time for lunch. As he walked down to the breakroom he noticed that Jim had placed missing sandwich posters all over the walls. Mr. Roussy didn't know what to do. Everyone looked over at him as he tried to hide the sandwich behind his back, but someone pointed him out. "Mr. Roussy took his sandwich!" Jim looked at him and his grin went away. "Look Jim, this sandwich is very important to me, I need it to function!" Mr. Roussy tried to explain. "No need to explain. I paid for it, you need to earn it. Let's arm wrestle." Jim said with a huge grin. "Oh, um okay." Mr. Roussy replied beyond confused. They sat across from each other and put their elbows on the desk. "3, 2, 1, go!" Someone in the crowd yelled. Jim started to take him down and was laughing and laughing. Mr. Roussy still had time to turn it around, and he did. All of the sandwiches he had eaten before this day gave him ultimate strength for this moment! "For the sandwich!" Mr. Roussy yelled. Jim's smiled flashed away and let out a cry when he lost. "Fair game." They both said and shook hands. In the end, Mr. Roussy and Jim became pals and always ate lunch together after the day. The end.

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Once upon a time Mr. Rousey ate a sandwich. It was good. Mr. Rousey eats a sandwich everyday at his favorite restaurant near his house. The restaurant was called The Sandwich Hut. They stole the name from Pizza Hut. Pizza Hut was not happy about this and they were threatening to sue the Sandwich Hut for taking their name. This was not good because this was the only place that Mr. Rousey would eat a sandwich. So the Sandwich Hut was forced to close down because they could afford to go to court against Pizza Hut. Mr. Rousey was very upset by this, so he decided to start a Go-Fund-Me page to raise money for the Sandwich Hut. After 1 week he raised about 40 dollars, he was very disappointed because he thought he could save his favorite place to eat then he had an idea. He would make posters and go around town promoting the Sandwich Hut! He made his posters and just as he went outside it started to pour rain and all of his posters were destroyed from the rain. Mr. Rousey was desivated because he had tried two different methods to save the Sandwich Hut and both failed. Just as things couldn't get any worse Zeus The God of Sky comes to Mr. Roussys home and tells him this “ If you don’t stop trying to save the Sandwich Hut it will be the end of you!” Mr. Rousey then replies  with “ Why do you care about the Sandwich Hut?” Zeus says “ It's a terrible place they stole the name from Pizza Hut and there sandwiches are some of the worst in the City.” Then Zeus magically disappears into thin air. Mr. Rousey was shocked by Zeus claims and was very disappointed. But then he realized that Zeus' claims were true, their sandwiches were actually terrible and they stole Pizza Huts name.  So he accepts the fact that he won’t be able to save The Sandwich Hut. THE END

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Ben's Sandwich story

Once there was a man named Mr. Roussy. Mr.Roussy ate a sandwich for lunch 2-3 times a week, but he never really thought they were good, he just bought them because they were quick and easy. So one day he decided he should try a sandwich from Mcdonalds. He knew Mcdonalds was popular, “so they must have good food,” he thought. Well he drove over to Mcdonalds on his lunch break and he bought a  “Mc-Chicken” sandwich. He ate the whole thing and he was full, but he wasn't satisfied, so he argued with the manager, no fighting because Mr. Roussy was able to keep himself cool. But he wasn't able to get his money back. The next day, he went to another restaurant, this time, a small sandwich shop. He thought “it's a sandwich shop, they have to have some good sandwiches,”. So he ordered one, and ate it, and as you expected, it wasn't good. He debated to himself “how can this be? How can all the sandwiches not be good?Am I the problem? No, I must keep searching”. The next day, come lunch time , Mr. Roussy went to yet another sandwich shop, “this one will be different. It has to be different.” He walked in and ordered the sandwich that sounded the best to him. He ate it and as usual, it was not good. He shook his fist and cried out to the sandwich gods, but they did not respond. Did they hate him? Had they cursed his sandwiches, or had they cursed him? He was told to leave by one of the employees,because he was disturbing the other customers. Mr Roussy kept searching for the Perfect sandwich. Finally, after decades of searching, years of driving, millions of dollars of debt and hundreds or thousands, maybe millions of sandwiches, Mr. Roussy finally found a sandwich that was just what he had been looking for, it was……………….good.

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Once upon a time Mr.Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. Mr.Roussy ate a sandwich every day for lunch. He loved his sandwiches very dearly. But on a fateful monday afternoon that all changed when something incredible happened. Mr.Roussy was making his sandwich as was the usual on monday afternoons when all of a sudden his sandwich grew a pair of mechanical legs and jumped off the counter. Mr.Roussy was shocked, he could have never imagined that a sandwich could turn into a robot. After the initial shock of the incident Mr.Rousey sprang into action to go chase his sandwich. By that time his sandwich had evolved into an even bigger robot. The sandwich turned around and started attacking Mr.Roussy. Mr.Roussy had to think fast, he dove for the kitchen drawer and took out a knife. Now the sandwich was afraid and backed off. Mr.Roussy decided that this sandwich was a danger to humanity and decided to destroy it. He started chasing it throughout his house. The sandwich was very intelligent because of it's new robot brain, it escaped the house by jumping through a window. M.Roussy was furious, he couldn't chase the sandwich because it was a blizzard outside. He decided to put on a jacket and ski goggles and try to fight through the blizzard to find the sandwich. It was a very hard battle but he made it through the blizzard. Mr.Roussy could not see the sandwich on the other side of the blizzard. He was looking frantically for it. Finally when he was about to give up he noticed a strange beam coming from the sky. The beam was steadily moving close to him. Mr.Roussy looked up at the sky for the source of light. He noticed that there was a strange disc shaped ufo in the sky. Mr.Roussy knew this was trouble so he decided to run. But he was too slow! The Ufo caught hum in it's beam and brought him onto their spaceship. Once on the ufo he was attacked by the sandwich. Apparently the sandwich had made friends with the aliens. Mr.Roussy fought back and destroyed the sandwich. But there were still the aliens. He quickly disposed of them by screaming as loud as he can. Mr.Roussy had saved the world from the killer sandwich.

The end.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. Then he went to his room to take a quick nap as he has a flight to catch later this afternoon. Mr. Roussy is heading back home from his business trip to San Francisco. He is living in his friend’s house that is in Marin City, not far away from San Francisco. Right before he went to nap, he received a text message from an unknown person saying, “Leave the city.” Mr. Roussy thought it was a joke and then went to sleep.
On the ride to the airport, he realized that he forgot to charge his phone last night, and he made a stop at a small shop to purchase a charger. He glanced at the recipe and realized that the cashier charged 100 dollars more than the price. He heads back to the shop and demanded a refund. But the cashier refused to give refund and said, “We can’t give refunds under any circumstances.” Mr. Roussy was raging and said “You charged me 100 dollars more than the price!” But the cashier still refuses to refund and told him that he should’ve checked the price she entered when paying. Mr. Roussy was thinking whether he should call someone for justice and one voice in his head said “It is only 100 dollars, it will probably benefit the shop owner and the cashier!” Another voice yelled, “100 DOLLARS, how many things can you buy with that? The cashier has no right to take that amount away from you.” He stood at the entrance of the shop for 5 minutes to decide. When he checked his watch again, he had no choice but to leave since he will be late to his flight if he does not hurry up. He left in such a hurry that he forgets to charge his phone. When he is approaching the Golden Gate bridge, he wondered why the bridge is so empty. He shrugged it off and thought it was nothing he needed to worry about. Then when he is halfway past the bridge, he saw the water getting pulled back towards the ocean. He is thinking what in the world is happening. Then he realized that it is the tsunami. He immediately turns up the volume of the radio. He realized that he missed the tsunami alert, and it is heading towards the bridge. He was shocked and starts to panic. He starts to turn backwards but suddenly realizing that it will take less time to get off the bridge if he drives forward. The tsunami is racing towards the bridge. It will only take maximum thirty minutes to reach the bridge. Mr. Roussy starts to speed up, he is speeding down the highway to get to the nearest high point. Mr. Roussy knew that he has to the financial district where there are a lot of skyscrapers. He parked near a skyscraper and starts to climb the skyscraper. When he reached the top floor, he saw the wave crashing through the bridge he was on thirty minutes ago. He felt relieved that he is high up. The bridge didn’t stand a chance against the tsunami, it crashed down the moment the tsunami hit the bridge.
On the plane back home, Mr. Roussy had a good sleep after a few day’s sleep that is filled with horrifying nightmares that has massive tsunamis hitting his house and standing helplessly outside his house waiting for the water to hit himself...

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Once upon a time Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. Mr. Roussy loved to play golf and on this special day was his big tournament. He decided to eat a turkey sandwich because it is his golfing good luck charm. He always eats his signature sandwich before any big golfing event. Even his friends believe that it gives him good luck! Just then, Mr Roussy’s dog Toby jumped up on his counter and stole his sandwich right out of his hands.

“Toby!” He yelled, the dog then jumped down from the table and sped up the stairs. What a great start to the morning Mr. Roussy thought. His dog Toby has always been a pain. He had him for two years at the time, and adopted him when he was around one. He’s a little stubborn white dog, always getting into trouble. It is a constant fight trying to make sure he doesn’t cause any problems. Suddenly, Mr. Roussy got a phone call from Ron, one of his golf opponents.

“I better not answer that.” Mr. Roussy said to Toby. He watched his phone ring and let Ron’s call go to voicemail. Ron is Mr. Roussy's arch enemy. Ron hates Mr. Roussy, and  Mr. Roussy hates Ron. He is very jealous of Mr. Roussy's success in golf, so he tries to beat him and throw him off his game with ridiculous phone calls and tricks. This makes both of them very mad. One part of Mr. Roussy wants to mess up Rons clubs or ruin his lucky shoes but he knows better than to do that. One time, Ron left his shoes on the field and he had to force himself to leave early in order to make sure he didn’t do anything he would regret. Before leaving for his big tournament, Toby decided to give Mr. Roussy one last surprise, he tore up his entire couch! I guess there's nothing in this world that will stop Toby from getting into trouble. Even though he needed a new couch, Mr. Roussy already knew he was going to have a good day. Luckly, he did.
THE END!

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. He has just taken a bite out of the sandwich he bought from a new store that opened up in his city. It tasted like nothing he had tasted before it was so good that after he had finished it he regretted eating the sandwich so fast.  He then decided to get another one for later, after going to the new store and buying another one, but once he walked out of the store he remembers how it tasted and ate it.  He then went back into the store and bought a couple more. Throughout the day he ate a total of 12 of these sandwiches, and couldn’t stop himself the next day with a total of 11 sandwiches eaten.  Mr. Roussy knew he should be eating so much but the sandwiches were too good.  This was when he decided to learn to make the recipe himself, he went to the store and demanded the owner to show him how the sandwich was made and the ingredients needed to make it.  The owner denied and only told him that a secret ingredient was used.  The next day Mr. Roussy made up his mind and snuck into the back of the store to try to figure out what it was.  He was met with a giant odd machine and fiddled around with the command panel that was connected to it.  He then tried to stretch but accidentally hit a button and out of a hole in the machine came out a sandwich.  At this moment the owner of the store comes into the room and sees Mr. Roussy at his machine.  The store owner then changed shape into a humanoid shape but wasn’t quite human.  Mr. Roussy then realized he was dealing with an alien who was trying to attack him after it swung out with one of its arms.  Mr. Roussy bolted out the back door with the sandwich making machine in his hands and ran home.  The next day the store closed and the owner was never to be heard again while Mr. Roussy was at home enjoying his sandwiches. 

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Anna  Harmsworth                                                              Once upon a time Mr.Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. After he finished his sandwich he noticed that he was out of sandwich ingredients, so he decided to walk to the local grocery store.  When he arrived there was a massive line to get in. But instead of waiting in the line he just ran right in because he was so eager to get the ingredients. When Mr. Roussy  got inside he realized why no one was going in, There was an alien running loose who was  stealing all the sandwich ingredients! This was a huge problem, Mr. Roussy can't go a day without having a sandwich. To fix this he called one of his friends who had a machine that could send aliens back to space. When his friend got there he set the machine up in front of the alien and pressed a single button that could transport him safely back to his home. But when they tried pushing the button, the machine started acting up and instead of putting the alien back to space the machine was bringing aliens to earth!  Thats when all off a sudden a huge snow storm came, causing them to be trapped in the store with all  the aliens. The store manager called the snow patrol. The snow patrol came to free them from the store. But they still had one problem on there hands, the aliens! Instead of trying to send them to space, Mr. Roussy compromised with them. The aliens are going to live in the store and share the sandwich ingredients with everyone!                    THE END!

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Anna  Harmsworth                                                              Once upon a time Mr.Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. After he finished his sandwich he noticed that he was out of sandwich ingredients, so he decided to walk to the local grocery store.  When he arrived there was a massive line to get in. But instead of waiting in the line he just ran right in because he was so eager to get the ingredients. When Mr. Roussy  got inside he realized why no one was going in, There was an alien running loose who was  stealing all the sandwich ingredients! This was a huge problem, Mr. Roussy can't go a day without having a sandwich. To fix this he called one of his friends who had a machine that could send aliens back to space. When his friend got there he set the machine up in front of the alien and pressed a single button that could transport him safely back to his home. But when they tried pushing the button, the machine started acting up and instead of putting the alien back to space the machine was bringing aliens to earth!  Thats when all off a sudden a huge snow storm came, causing them to be trapped in the store with all  the aliens. The store manager called the snow patrol. The snow patrol came to free them from the store. But they still had one problem on there hands, the aliens! Instead of trying to send them to space, Mr. Roussy compromised with them. The aliens are going to live in the store and share the sandwich ingredients with everyone!                    THE END!

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. This sandwich was so mouth bursting that Mr. Roussy had a sudden idea pop into his mind. Immediately, after that first breath taking bite, Mr. Roussy knew that he should join the annual Sandwich Competition. He imagined himself winning, standing on the stage and grabbing a hold of that lustrous trophy, declaring that he is the Sandwich making champion. For this tournament, every year there is a challenge brought to each and every contestant, to win your must meet the requirements, This year, it was to have no sugar or salt, and no saturated or trans fat.

After multiple tries, Mr. Roussy could solve this. So, he went out to make a deal with the Coven. Mr. Roussy has heard murmurs lurking around about them. He walked to their home, where they were seen in the darkness. When he saw the secretive group leader, let's say he was expecting something smaller and a bit more flesh and bones. Instead this association was quite the opposite, they were some type of robots all wired and metal technology. As soon as they stepped out of the shadows, Mr. Roussy became shocked, his heart skipped a beat, it was astonishing. But, he wanted to show that he was here to get what he wanted no matter what. So, shoulders back and standing tall Mr. Roussy asked, “You’re robots, well I certainly wasn’t expecting that” sounding more nervous than he thought. The robot replied back sounding very irritated or on the verge of causing a fight “What business do you have, meddling around in our sanctuary, and we are NOT robots, we are androids.”  “I have come to ask you for something, I need you to make a sandwich requiring these qualifications” Mr, Roussy handed the note listing everything. The robots were astonished. They had never heard of a sandwich before. They were curious to learn about them. So, they agreed, only by nodding their heads.

The day of the competition, it had come. The androids make the sandwich. As soon as the awards were about to be announced, the terrible storm had a sudden jolt. It was too much for the ceremony to keep going, you could barely hear the words being spoken. All you could hear was the plitter, platter from the strong drops of rain hitting the gravel. The announcer tapped the mike and attempted to talk as loud as he could so everyone could hear. “Hello all, sorry for the delay, but because of this massive storm, the winners will not be announced, please escort yourselves out. Thank you.” Mr. Roussy had gone to such high lengths to win, he wasn’t going to let a storm ruin that for him. So, he talked to the androids, saying they should respect their deal and do something about this. So, the androids used their technology that made them invisible. Since they were tall as skyscrapers, they were able to shield people from the storm. Everyone was shocked at how the rain ended so quickly.

The announcer continued, “Mr. Roussy is the winner this year! ” Mr. Roussy had won! A weight was lifted from his shoulder and he was full of joy. However, Mr. Roussy unexpectedly had a regret, a feeling that wasn’t what he wanted especially considering that he achieved his challenge. Then it hit him, he didn’t win out of hard work, all of this was a ruse, nothing he had done was his creation, this was all the androids. Everyone else didn’t have this advantage. Mr. Roussy wasn’t sure what he should do, should he take this win and let everyone see him as the best, or should he do what’s good and be honest. From this realization, Mr. Roussy grabbed the mic and said “This is all a lie. This isn’t my performance and I had help from the androids. They made the sandwich, that it fits all the qualifications. I’m sorry, I just love sandwiches and wanted to win so bad. Thank you.” Even though Mr. Roussy hadn’t won the competition, he still felt he gained something.

The End.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. So good, that he wanted more. So he went to the kitchen to make another one, but there’s an issue, no more bread. So he gathered some money and walked over to his bike, it was a nice day out so he didn’t want to drive but the store was too far to walk. He starts biking, but not even 5 minutes in it starts pouring rain, there was thunder, lighting, everything. “So much for a nice day,” he said to himself. As he’s struggling to bike to the store in the middle of the storm, he passes a very well known abandoned house that just so happens to be haunted. Desperate for some sort of shelter from the storm, he stops and goes inside the old, abandoned house. While he was waiting for the storm to either pass or at least die down, strange things started to happen, he heard footsteps coming from upstairs. He slowly creeps up the stairs to see who, or what it might be. There was a hallway upstairs, and all the rooms were wide open except one. Curious, he peeks his head into each room to see absolutely nothing, then he proceeds to open the door to the last room. He opens the door and steps inside, nothing, he sees nothing. As he turns to exit the room it slams before he could even take another step. Panicking, Mr. Roussy tried opening the door again but it wouldn’t budge, even though the lock was on the inside of the room, it felt as though there was a force keeping the door shut. His last option was a window, he opened it then looked down, thankfully it wasn’t super high but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to jump out of it, but he certainly did not want to spend another minute in this house and he wanted his sandwich. So he got all the courage he had, and hoped for the best, he jumped. He landed on a bush which he had no idea was there, he thanked God or whatever put that bush there and went on his way back on route. Good thing that the storm had passed. He started biking again to get his bread, not too long after, he saw the store. When he arrived, he locked his bike, and went inside. There was only one loaf of bread left, he grabbed it and went to checkout, unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one that wanted that bread.. A guy “bumped into” Mr. Roussy. Mr. Roussy accidentally dropped the loaf of bread and the other man offered to pick it up. Yes the man picked it up but.. He also ran off with it. Mr. Roussy thought to himself “I did not go through all that for nothing” and started chasing the man through all the aisles, eventually catching up, he snatched back the loaf of bread, the other man wasn’t very fast anyways. Mr. Roussy didn’t wanna waste anymore time, he dropped the money off at the cashier, and ran out, got his bike, and started biking as fast as he could. He could hear the man yelling from behind him but he didn’t even look back, he wanted a sandwich. He biked all the way home, and made himself another sandwich. The end.

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I like how your story is so creative and so much different than the rest.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. He loved eating them. He has been eating them his whole life. He especially loved the sandwiches made at this little cafe called Bobby’s. But one day the government decided to shut down the place because their sandwiches were too good. Some people started to protest and Mr.Roussy wasn’t sure if he should join in. He wasn’t sure because if he got in trouble it could maybe affect his resume and he really needs a clean resume especially and his brand new job. He didn’t want them to know that he could maybe even get fired for it. But after thinking about it for a while he decided that those sandwiches tasted too good and he went out and joined the protest. Everyone in the city really liked the sandwiches at Bobby’s so we all protested all day and throughout that night. Later at around 3:00am the cops started arresting people. But the people were fighting back and there were fights everywhere, it was the people vs the government now and there were straight up fist fights on your left and right. Then this one cop walked up to me, and I recognized him but I didn’t know who he was and then he said “Ready for round 2.” Then I remembered. This was the guy that arrested me a couple years ago for having an argument with someone, and it was completely harmless, and he told everyone that I was beating that guy up. So he beat me with a stick and threw me in jail for a  year. I don’t know why but this guy hated me for some reason. So we started throwing punches at each other and I knocked him out cold. Eventually the government gave up and let Bobby’s stay open. THE END.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. He had earlier gotten a large order from McDonald’s. He ordered a delicious chicken sandwich with a large side of fries but, all of a sudden he felt a sudden jabbing in his stomach as he swallowed the last bite down. As he laid down on the floor clutching his stomach as he went down, he noticed a small yellow post-it note falling out of the bag. The note read, “How was the sandwich? -Jennifer” Hi ex-girlfriend. This needed to stop. Stupid things like this were happening constantly. What was she trying to do, kill him? What a horrible creature she was. All Mr. Roussy could think while his stomach felt like it was being ripped out of him was, “Maybe I shouldn’t have broken up with her, No, I’m glad I did. Was this really worth it tho?” Constant bickering back and forth in his brain. Maybe he should just call her and apologize. As he was reaching for the phone to call her, he heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” he yelled, hoping they would hear him and maybe be able to help him off of the floor. The door ripped open and a 12 foot long snake came slithering into the room with so many fangs that they could rip a rock out of a mountain. He came right up to Mr. Roussy who was scared out of his mind, and quite frankly in a lot of pain from this stupid sandwich.  The snake came right up to him, Mr. Roussy begging for it not to hurt him, when spider-man came soaring through the window right into the snake tackling him right before he tried to eat Mr. Roussy.

The end

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich, and it was good. His sandwich was so good that he wanted to savour it, so he ate one half and then put the other half in the fridge. The next day Mr. Roussy was very hungry, so he opened the refrigerator to get the other half of the sandwich, but it was gone. He looked everywhere, but he couldn’t find it until he heard this strange noise coming from behind the fridge, so he moved the refrigerator to see what was behind it. His sandwich jumped out from behind the fridge and started running away; his sandwich turned into a robot!! He couldn’t believe what he just saw, so Mr. Roussy started chasing the sandwich robot all around his house but then, an earthquake started, and everything around him began to shake and fall; Mr. Roussy was very scared, but at the same time Mr. Roussy just wanted to find his robot sandwich, but due to the earthquake he lost sight of where it went. Suddenly Mr. Roussy saw a spaceship headed towards his house; the aliens were coming for his robot sandwich!! He loves that sandwich too much to just hand it over to aliens, so he fights off the aliens and then goes and finds his robot sandwich. Mr. Roussy was having difficulty finding his sandwich due to the huge mess the earthquake made, but he finally found his sandwich. Unfortunately, his robot sandwich was smashed thanks to the earthquake, so Mr. Roussy never got to eat the rest of his sandwich, which made him very sad.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. In fact, this sandwich was so good, Mr. Roussy decided that he wanted to enter into a cooking competition! The only problem was that the town that Mr. Roussy lived in, cooking was illegal!  So, Mr. Roussy decided to protest this law.  He sat outside the government building, and made a sandwich every day. Eventually, after 112 sandwiches, Mr. Roussy was able to state his case to the president. As he was giving his presentation, the president realized that he needed to stop this revolutionary sandwich idea.  So, he gave Mr. Roussy one chance to change the law. The President decided to allow this cooking competition, but with a twist. The president would compete against Mr. Roussy, and whoever won, would create the law. If Mr. Roussy won, cooking would be allowed, and if the President won, cooking would be banned, forever! The President gave Mr. Roussy 24 hours to prepare 1 meal, and then they would have the competition. Mr. Roussy raced home to begin making his meal, which was sandwiched. Meanwhile, the President was trying to figure out how to win. He had no cooking skills, and knew that the only way to win was by sabotage. So, the President powered up his secret robot! He programmed the robot to destroy Mr. Roussy’s sandwiches.  The robot snuck into Mr. Roussy’s house, and started to eat all of the bread (which we all know is needed for sandwiches). However, the robot was avoiding the lettuce… Through the chaos, Mr Roussy noticed this, and realized that the only way to stop this insane robot was to destroy it. He grabbed some lettuce and threw it at the robot. It hit the robot, which began to glitch, and died,  right there in Mr. Roussy’s house. Now, Mr. Roussy was more determined than ever to win, and continued to cook. The next day, the president and Mr. Roussy brought their meals to the government building, and gave it to the janitor, who was the judge. The janitor ate the president’s “soup” first, and almost gagged. He then tried Mr. Roussy’s sandwich, which caused him to smile uncontrollably. Mr. Roussy had won! He had beaten the robot, he had defeated the president, and changed the societies law to ban all cooking. The town is now known as Sandwichton.

The end.

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One upon a time Mr Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. This isn't just any ordinary sandwich, this sandwich didn’t want to be eaten, even though it tasted good it would fight back and do anything it could to not be eaten. First it would play tricks on your mind making you think you were going to go crazy if you took another bite. The sandwich would even get up and start fighting you, it could grow legs and arms and start kicking and punching multiple times trying not to get eaten, Mr Roussy didn’t want any of this to happen to him so he put the sandwich back in the plastic bag to save for later. This sandwich tasted so good that when people found out Mr Roussy had this sandwich they would fight him for it, everyone wanted this particular sandwich. Mr Roussy even got attacked by aliens and robots who wanted the sandwich too, the aliens had laser eyes and looked very scary while the robot had knives as fingers cutting the sandwich into multiple pieces, the sandwich was in so many pieces it couldn’t fight back anymore. There was enough sandwich for everyone to share. One piece for the alien, one piece for the robot, one piece for the guy who fought Mr Roussy and lastly, one piece for Mr Roussy, this was a really good sandwich.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. He ate this sandwich everyday at the exact same time and at the exact same place, on the white stone fountain in the park, except for one mundane Tuesday. The sandwich was a classic peanut butter sandwich with no toppings. “Maybe I should switch things up today?” said Mr.Roussy.  No he thought I have had this sandwich everyday for years he thought. As he was thinking about what to do a nice young woman sat down next to him with the same expression on her face that he had. “Jam sandwich, that's gross” Mr.Roussy said with a gross look on his face. “ Well I think that peanut butter is DISGUSTING” she barks back. How can she think that, peanut butter is delicious, all thought it might be nice to try something new? Mr.Roussy thinks NO absolutely not she can’t know that I want to try it not that I have told her that I don’t want to try it. “ What is so delicious about jam that you can’t get from peanut butter?” Mr.Roussy replies.  “ Jam has fresh berries and is sweet, unlike you. Well why do you think that peanut butter is so magical” The girl exclaims. “Well it has a nice creamy flavor and is a little bitter” Mr.Roussy said. “Well if jam is sweet and peanut butter is bitter maybe they would go well together?” she said. “It won’t hurt to try!” Mr.Roussy said. They both simultaneously lift up the peanut butter and the jam and begin to spread it on one slice of bread each, covering every inch of it. Then they raise the pieces that they have in their hands and slap them together. POW. Lightning strikes the sandwich and it fly's out of their hand. Gasps fill the park and the sandwich smolders on the cement. “NO, YOU CAN’T HAVE PEANUT BUTTER AND JAM ON A SANDWICH” a voice from above ecos. The two look around to see who was saying these things. “Well why not” the two say together. “ IT IS AGAINST THE LAW OF THE GODS!” said the voice. “Why” said the woman. “ I TRIED IT ONCE AND IT WAS AMAZING, AND YOU MORTALS CAN’T HAVE THIS DELICACY” said the voice. “Who even are you?” said Mr.Roussy. “ I AM DEMETER GOD OF FOOD AND I COMMAND YOU TO NOT EAT THAT.” said the voice. “ Well can we each take one bite and never try it again?” said the woman. “AS YOU WISH,” said Demeter. Mr.Roussy pats the smolder off of the sandwich and brings it over to the woman. They bring the singed sandwich to their mouths and take a big bite. “ That is bloody lovely!” Mr.Roussy cheers! If only I tried it soon and pushed myself outside of my comfort zone! He thought.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. Mr.Roussy really enjoyed his sandwich, so the next day he went to his garden to get more lettuce and tomatoes from his garden. As he was picking some tomatoes for his sandwich a huge rabbit with purple glowing eyes popped out from behind his lettuce! Mr Roussy was startled and screamed “AHH” his scream scared the rabbit so it hopped across the lawn and threw the hole in the fence. Mr. Roussy quickly gathered his lettuce and tomatoes and ran inside to hide from the bunny as well as make his sandwich. As he was making his sandwich, he saw there was a huge bite taken out of his lettuce. His first thought was “It must have been the bunny” then he started to worry because that bunny was way bigger than an average bunny and had purple eyes. Then, his stomach started to hurt and his hands started growing. He ran to the closest mirror, in his living room, and noticed his eyes were purple! From the time it took Mr. Roussy to get from the kitchen to the living room, he was three heads taller than before! He put the puzzle pieces together and realized that there must be some sort of chemical in the soil. Mr. Roussy ran outside and started digging in his soil. After a few minutes he found a purple glowing ball. He picked it up with his left hand and then his left hand started to grow! He dropped the ball and came to the conclusion that whatever this ball touches it grows. Mr. Roussy has never heard anything like this so he assumed it was from space.
TWO DAYS LATER
After two days Mr. Roussy has finally shrunk back to his average size and eyes turned back to their original colour. He was still in shock on how something from space has ended up in his garden. He was also wondering where that bunny went. Mr. Roussy never grew a garden again. The end.

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It was a perfect summer’s afternoon. The Sky was smiling and birds were chirping their beautiful melody like always. Mr. Roussy was standing with his hands resting on his hips, looking out his window, trying to decide what to have for lunch. ‘I’m feeling like it’s a perfect day for a sandwich.’, he thought to himself. “Yes, I’ll have a sandwich for lunch.” Mr. Roussy said to himself, this time out loud.

It was decided, Mr. Roussy was going to make a sandwich for lunch, however, Mr. Roussy was very indecisive that day. He was unable to decide whether he should make his favourite, mustard and salami sandwich or, spice it up with, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

After ten minutes of standing in the middle of his kitchen deciding what type of sandwich to make, Mr. Roussy had an idea. ‘I know!’ he thought to himself, ‘I’ll get other people’s opinions, that way I don’t have to decide.”.  With that, he took to the streets, on an adventure to figure out what to eat for lunch.

The first person he asked was a tall, lanky man, with a mustache that looked like it got caught in his teeth every time spoke. Mr. Roussy tapped the man on the shoulder and said, “I’m having a hard time deciding what to have for lunch. I can’t choose between a mustard and salami sandwich or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. What’s your opinion?”. With a confused face and a deep, scratchy voice, the man replied, “What kind of a question is that?! A peanut butter and jelly sandwich is the way to go of course!”. Just then, a much shorter, curvy lady with a pom pom like ponytail, popped out from behind the man and said, in a strong and booming voice, “No, no, no. You shouldn’t have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you should have a mustard and salami sandwich, it is much healthier.” This led the man and lady to get into a big argument on which sandwich was better, instead of trying to split the two up, Mr. Roussy just slowly backed away attempting not to cause too much attention to himself.

Suddenly, Mr. Roussy spotted a little old lady coming out of the grocery store carrying way too many bags for her to handle. Being the kind gentleman that he was, Mr. Roussy ran over to help the lady carry her bags to her house. She was very kind and let Mr. Roussy tell her all about his troubles and how he still doesn’t know what to have for lunch. When they arrived at the lady’s house she said, “You sound like you have been having a pretty hard day, why don’t you come in and I’ll make you my specialty mac’n cheese.” “That’s very kind of you! I would love that, thank you!” Mr. Roussy replied.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. This sandwich was the best sandwich Mr. Roussy had ever tasted, until it fought back. This sandwich was from mars! The sandwich told Mr. Roussy that if he tried to take another bite he would get his other sandwich friends to come and attack him. Mr. Roussy quickly dropped the sandwich and cursed to the sky, “CURSE YOU DEMETER! I KNOW YOU HATE ME BUT A TALKING SANDWICH?” The sandwich quickly latched onto Mr. Roussy but instead of just throwing the sandwich out, he put it in the oven and turned up the heat.

Instead of the oven being a normal oven and heating up like it should have, a low engine hum started to evolve. Then it took off! It ripped out of the floor and began to fly like a spaceship!
Mr. Roussy thought to himself that this was because he was too picky about the toppings on his sandwich that Demeter (the goddess of grain) must have gotten mad. This was also probably payback from the time he insulted her famous lasagna (to be fair, it was an accident, Mr. Roussy DID NOT know it was hers). The oven with his perfect sandwich began to shoot lasers! They blasted at Mr. Roussy as he dodged each one by an inch. Mr Roussy then got a pan to deflect the laser beams. It was a fight between Mr. Roussy and a team up between an extraterrestrial sandwich and some crazy technology.

Mr. Roussy did the only reasonable thing to do in this situation, JUMP ON THE OVEN! He quickly leaped onto the oven and started to pull wires out hoping it would stop the machine. Instead of getting the machine to stop, it only grew angrier. It flew out of the house carrying Mr. Roussy along with it. Mr. Roussy looked back at the hole it made in his window, “AWW come on! I just got that fixed!” While he was unfocused on the main issue, he quickly lost his balance and got thrown off. The oven flew into space with the sandwich and was never seen again.

THE END

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. But the sandwich wasn't just a sandwich it was really a person stuck in the body of a sandwich, just before he took a bite the sandwich said wait. Mr. Roussy threw the sandwich out of fright, then the sandwich said i am sorry and explained how he got stuck in the body of a sandwich, just as they finished talking he heard sirens outside they both knew they were there for the sandwich. They ran out the back door and drove away, the cops followed in a high speed chase. The cop tried to run them off the road but Mr. Roussy pit maneuvered the cop and got away, they turned on the radio and there it was. They were telling people to keep an eye out for him and they said he is very dangerous. They kept driving but then their tire popped and they didn't have a spear so they had to continue on foot and sandwich. Thankfully they were close to their destination, the only place that could turn the sandwich back into a man. There were lots of guards but they managed to sneak in through the sewers, once in they made their way to the room. Sandwich hoped in the machine and Mr. Roussy tuned it on. It worked, but the guards were still coming after them because they wanted to turn them both into a sandwich now, they fought their way out and stole a car, they had a head start on the guards and drove to the airport, they bought tickets and flew out of the county. They were out of their jurisdiction and were finally free, the guards were not allowed to go over and get them. The end.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it wasn’t good.

The restaurant chefs put tomatoes on it when he specifically asked for no tomatoes! How dare they! He called the waitress over to complain about this abomination of a sandwich when suddenly the lights went out.

The windows shattered as everyone took shelter under their tables. Mr. Roussy peeked over his table to try and see what had caused this but it was too dark. Then, a light shone through the broken windows as a weird vehicle was sitting right outside. Mr. Roussy didn’t recognize this vehicle, no company he knew made these types of vehicles and this one was huge!

Just then a human shaped figure stepped down from the vehicle. But this wasn’t a human, it was an alien! This weird alien was shaped like a human but it’s face was too tall for it to be human, and it was wearing this spandex-y material onesie. It elegantly walked in through the shattered window.

Mr. Roussy by this time had gone back under his table so he wouldn’t be seen.

“Gleaahhhh!” The Alien shouted in its language. Just then, blasts started coming from the vehicle outside the restaurant. Mr. Roussy ducked and covered his head as the wall behind him was getting chipped away by these plasma blasts.

Then, Mr. Roussy saw a fork and knife on the ground. He grabbed them. Good thing he had just won gold in his knife throwing competition. He knew if he threw it at the alien, they would just get another to come out, so he had to hit the gun on the vehicle. He popped up and saw where the vehicle’s gun was, just on the side. He aimed and got his knife ready. He threw it towards the weapon. It soared through the air and struck the gun. It sparked and then continued firing.

But, Mr. Roussy still had his fork, so he lined it up and threw. It soared through the air and the back of the fork hit against the knife, pushing it in further. The fork tumbled to the ground. The knife chipped a part of the gun off, causing the weapon to explode.

The alien that had walked in was now going frantic. He ran back into his vehicle and it powered up. The vehicle lifted off the ground and started heading back to space. Mr. Roussy watched it going up, then it puffed out smoke as it stalled, going straight back down, causing an explosion in the distance.

The entire restaurant exploded with cheer for Mr. Roussy. The waitress came up to him and gave him a coupon for free meals there for life.

Mr. Roussy stopped her for a second, “now, about my sandwich.”

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The year was 2102, and the world had changed for the better, or so Mr. Roussy thought as  he sat at his kitchen table spreading peanut free, sugar free, salt free, and fat free peanut butter onto his, for a lack of a better word, “bread”. Things had changed a lot since the 2020’s, when people filled themselves with junk food, manufactured ingredients, and meats, as if it would be enough to to power their minds and bodies, unaware that they were cutting decades off of their lives. Not that they were to be blamed, though. Mr. Roussy could still remember a time when he was young, licking ice cream from a cone while sitting outside the ice cream shop, the melting dessert running down his small, six year old hand as he tried to keep up with the drips around the cone. Of course, it was unhygienic and wildly unhealthy, but part of him still wondered what it would be like to try ice cream again, to taste that sweet, soft texture, and experience the array of flavors offered by the kind man behind the shop’s counter. It turned the peanut butter sandwich on his tongue a little more bitter than it usually was, and made him wonder for the millionth time why such good foods had to be eradicated. He shook off this thought however, he was supposed to teach about the benefits of the consumption law in his science class that very day. “BLEEP! BLEEP!” the sound of his watch jolted him back to reality. He had allowed himself to run late again! He quickly stood, and raced to grab his coat, running out the door and barely managing to yell a hasty goodbye to his apartment, which promptly shut down, before he was on the street, surrounded in the bustling street of toronto, filled with robotics and biotics alike. The city had gone through a huge remodeling after the consumption law, people figuring that since a healthy lifestyle must take top priority in their brave, new world, everything must be designed as such. Everything was bursting with colours, fusha shops beside lime green health clinics, even his own apartment, which was now standard issue for teachers, was a bright aquamarine. Mr. Roussy remembered the migraines he used to get when the colours were first introduced into Toronto, that is, before the robotic health clinics issued daily vitamin regimens to follow, let alone the food guides. It was strange when the robots started to fix humans, not the other way around, but no one was really complaining, since their lives had improved since then. Some science fiction writers were concerned about them taking over and killing off humankind, but possibly out of arrogance, the people had convinced themselves that they would always be relevant, seeing how robots could not feel human emotion.
“But enough reminiscing,” Mr. Roussy reminded himself, “Remembering the past is as wasteful as being a part of it.”. This line had been lodged in the brains of everyone over 60, which at this point in time, was very young, considering how human bodies now only started to show signs of age at around 170 years old. It had been said by the newest prime minister, Amarathania, prime minister of the last ten years, and first robotic prime minister to hold a point of power without human assistance. That quote was important, since only dark times had taken place back then. Every now and then, Mr. Roussy considered this, and often when looking back on his fuzzy memories of childhood, he didn’t think that it was any form of the dark ages. Nevertheless, who was he to oppose the prime minister?
One hour later
“RINGGG!!!” clanged the school bell, much to every student’s distaste. The lesson they would be going over today was as tedious as they came, yet there wasn’t anything to improve it, or so the students thought. Mr. Roussy, however had come up with a way to make the lesson more interesting. A nervous jitter started  in his fingertips, slowly moving up his arm and down his spine, until he was shaking ever so slightly. What he was about to do wasn’t illegal itself, per say, however the means he took to get his hands on original peanut butter and bread from the 2020’s definitely were. He just hoped it was worth it, and that more importantly, no one in his class would tell. As he laid out his sandwich materials, he couldn’t help breathing in the scent of the bread, the contraband flour, the unhealthy dose of yeast, the nuttiness of the peanut butter. But this was just to prove to the students how unhealthy the old ways were. Or was it? Mr. Roussy had tried during the entire process of buying the items to convince himself of that, but no matter how hard he tried, his mind always drifted back to that taste of ice cream, no matter how wrong it was to think that way. If anyone ever found out how he felt, it would warrant them taking his teacher’s license away. But one bite wouldn’t hurt, right? Especially since he wouldn’t force anyone to eat it. Just like that , students started to arrive, jolting Mr. Roussy out of his nervous wondering .
“Welcome class! Today we will be learning about the Consumption law-” was as far as Mr Roussy got. The class had filed in as usual, carefully taking seats in rounded tables surrounding his large metallic desk. Nothing was wrong, or so it seemed, until a student screamed.
“EEEEEK!!!” Screamed a student, A flash of realisation passed across all of the student’s faces as they saw the contraband food on Mr. Roussy’s desk. It was hard to tell who screamed due to the pitch of the squeal. The next few events happened in a blurr. Robots rushed from all directions, dislodging themselves from ports in the walls Mr. Roussy didn’t know existed. In the few seconds that passed, Mr. Roussy froze, trying to figure out what to do. The robots, however, had calculated their plan within a split second. They were on top of him within seconds, and there wasn’t anything he could do. He was going to jail over the unhealthy peanut butter sandwich, that was certain. He clutched the only thing he had while the room descended into chaos. He looked to his hand as he tried to block out the screaming. The thing he clutched was a now squished peanut butter sandwich.  Mr. Roussy ate the sandwich, and it was good.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. This sandwich was the best sandwich Mr. Roussy had ever tasted, until it fought back. This sandwich was from mars! The sandwich told Mr. Roussy that if he tried to take another bite it would make a necklace out of his teeth. Mr. Roussy was frightened by this and was very startled when he heard a knock on the door. He told the sandwich to stay put while he answered it. At the door there were three agents. They asked him if he had seen a sandwich that could move and talk. Mr. Roussy, not knowing what to say, told them no. Mr. Roussy went to his sandwich and resolved all conflict by telling him about the new problem that had come up and had been avoided for the time being. At this point the sandwich pulled out a slip of paper and asked Mr. Roussy what it was. He told the sandwich it was a plane ticket to Japan. He was going there to see investors in his new hat business called “Head Blankets.” Mr. Roussy told the sandwich he was going on the trip tomorrow and that he needed the sandwich to go. Mr. Roussy went to bed hoping to find that the sandwich had left overnight. Mr. Roussy woke up in the morning with all his bags packed with the sandwich sleeping on top of them. The sandwich had packed his bags for him so Mr. Roussy let him go on the flight with him to Japan. “There seems to be a large storm brewing so we will have to make an emergency landing. Don’t worry this is a standard procedure. Please put your seatbelts on.” Is the message that woke Mr. Roussy from his snooze on his flight. He put his seatbelt on and hoped for the best. Crack! The lightning strike had hit the plane! Mr. Roussy was very afraid, he exclaimed, “mother nature why do you have to hate me now!” The f;ight made a very rough landing in Japan and just as Mr. Roussy got off the plane he found the agents there to take him and the sandwich away to prison. The End

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good.

But not great. It didn't make his eyes pop out and sparkle, like it would for a burger. He couldn't see the rainbows arching over the sandwich or see the individual stars spelling out "TASTY" above the sandwich. This disappointed him. So much so that it was absolutely necessary for him to find out why his sandwich was good, but not great.

Mr. Roussy was so frustrated that he could not just ignore this tragic event. Before he could think otherwise, Mr. Roussy stormed into the Sand-Witchers 24-Hour Fast Food Restaurant just before 3 a.m. He was ready to fight anyone. That was until he realized that no one was there. As he inspected the area closer, he discovered three metal robots spewing sandwiches out of their fake mouths. And when he looked behind those robots, he found more robots making sandwiches with their mechanical arms. This baffled Mr. Roussy. How could Sand-Witchers 24-Hour Fast Food Restaurant replace their staff with emotionless robots? How could his sandwich taste great when there was no chef's kiss or extra spice added to it? He quickly punched the nearest robot. Then he did it again. All the robot said was, "No Placed Order" over and over again in a high-pitched mono-tone voice.

Soon enough, a man came out from the back, his eyes filled with fear.

"Sir, you cannot do that," he said in a wavy Italian accent.

"Please stop, sir."

"What have you done! How could you replace your staff with these meaningless robots! They have changed the taste of this sandwich drastically!" Mr. Roussy yelled.

"I'm sorry to hear that. We are trying our best to keep up with the economy and make our branding better, you know? Modernizing," the man assured him.

"This is no good. I need you to take out these robots immediately!"

"Sir, I simply cannot and will not do that. We have been thinking this project over for many years—"

Before the man could say anymore, Mr. Roussy was already out the door, infuriated that the man would act like his sandwiches haven't changed one bit. He heaved a big sigh and looked towards the sky, admiring the moon, in the shape of a long, elegant dog. Maybe she was the one who could make things better.

"Moon Dog, my lord, do you hear me?"

The long, white dog pulled her eyes over to him.

"What do you wish for?" she asked.

"A Sand-Witchers classic sandwich. One with a chef's kiss and a little more spice than usual."

The dog laughed and cocked her head.

"You have to prove your worthiness for this sandwich. I'm sure you are aware of this, no?"

She laughed and then took on a serious tone.

"My friend, your destiny shall be to prove that you can recreate the sandwich perfectly. Once you do, I shall give you an infinite amount of Sand-Witcher's classic sandwiches."

"But—"

"Your journey begins now," the Moon Dog barked.

With that, Mr. Roussy smiled and got his hands ready for a journey he hadn't ever expected.

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. Once he was almost finished his sandwich with only one bite left his little brother walked down the stairs. As soon as he saw the almost eaten sandwich, Mr. Roussy's little brother immediately wanted a sandwich as well. Mr. Roussy didn't know what to do as he had just made the most amazing sandwich ever to be created. Which also meant he used all the ingredients in the fridge and pantry for his own and there was no food left for his brother in the entire house. Mr. Roussy’s brother started to get mad and almost started crying. He wanted food, and now!! Mr. Roussy ran to the store as his mom said if he made his little brother cry he would be in big trouble. He went as fast as he could and just as his brother was about to cry Mr. Roussy gave him a lollipop. Just in time!!!

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Once upon a time, Mr. Roussy ate a sandwich and it was good. This sandwich had ham, lettuce, tomato, cheese, mayo and bacon. It was the most delicious sandwich he had ever tasted. He savoured every single bite and hoped that the sandwich would never end. He wanted to slowly eat it, but at the same time he wanted to devour it in one bite. He thought about making another sandwich but then realized it wouldn't be the same. Without realizing, he looked down and saw that his sandwich was gone. He had eaten it all and didn't even know. He was sad that it was gone but knew that he truly enjoyed it. He tried to lick every single last crumb and then stood up, grabbed his plate and went over to the counter. where he pulled out the slices of bread and took two out.  He went over to the fridge and took out all the ingredients. He put them all all on the bread so quickly so he could eat it faster. he grabbed the plate and then rushed over to the table to sit down and enjoy his sandwich, knowing it wouldn't be his last.

3 days later

He was walking to the grocery store when he saw a sign posted on the wall. it said, 'SANDWICH COMPETITION' he smiled and ran the rest of the way to the grocery store and grabbed all his ingredients knowing his sandwich would be perfect to enter the competition. He grabbed all the things he needed and rushed home to make his perfect. He added decorations, like parsley and made it the best he could. an hour later he went down to the town hall and put his plate with his name on the table with the rest of his sandwiches. He looked over and saw a guy smiling and whispering to another guy and point at Mr. Roussy's sandwich.
"yes?" mr roussy asked the man.
"Oh nothing, just if you wanted to actually win you would do better than that" The guy smiled. Mr.Roussy was frustrated but remained silent. The judges came out and started trying each sandwich. They turned around and took 20 mins to decide the win sandwich. Mr. roussy was so nervous he felt like he was going to throw up. Then someone announced. "excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. The judges have decided. Would a Mr.Roussy come up to collect his first place prize please?" He was astonished. He never thought that would ever happen. He had the biggest smile on his face when he looked over at the man who was making fun of him earlier and he just glared at him. On the way home he figured out where he would put his trophy and hoped one day, his sandwich would make history.

THE END