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. 

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.”

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

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. 

The end

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. 

“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!

The end.

 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.

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

 THE END

THE END

“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.

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. 

The End