Food tates better when it's cooked
"Oh! Flatberries!" exclaimed Montblanc as they past a bush covered with brightly colored fruit. "Finally, some good food for a change."
Marche abruptly stopped in his tracks.
"For a change?" he asked. "What does that mean?"
"It means I am getting sick of the food we have been eating recently, kupo." Montblanc replied.
"Food? Recently? Listen you mutant, we haven't eaten food in days. Nothing at all!"
"What do you mean, kupo? There's lots of food."
Marche could feel his temperature rising. His vision blured.
"Lots of food?" growled Marche. His voice sounding as if he was the host for a thousand demons. "Food from where? Talk. Now. If you ever want to see tomorrow you had better spill your guts."
Turning his head to the side like a puppy hearing a sound for the first time, Montblanc gave Marche a puzzled look.
"From right here, kupo!" he said, reaching into his pack.
Pulling out loaf after loaf of rolls and bread, Montblanc began to dance and sing.
"Tweedy dee! Berries and bread! Tweedy dee! Berries and bread!"
The air around Marche became electric. The clouds grew black and wind started to whip around the two of them.
"All of our food was stolen!" Marche yelled. "Six bandits jumped us and stole everything we own! How could you have food? Much less a pack still?"
Montblanc quickly averted his eyes away from Marche's ever worsening glare.
"Well... um... you see... I saw the bandits a few seconds before they attacked you... um.. us. I mean, us. Yeah, attacked us." replied Montblanc.
"Attacked me? What the hell? What do you mean? Where were you?"
"Hiding. Yeah.. um... I hid."
The wind was blowing very hard now and the clouds had becomes as dark as coal. The heat coming off of Marche was hot enough to make the grass around them turn brown. Things were quickly becoming dangerous.
"They tied me to a tree! I was only able to escape because the damn hydrabear missed mauling me and slashed the rope instead! Where were you that whole time?"
"Um.. I was sitting in that near by cave. Watching you and eating the pasteries."
"For two days?"
"Heehhehe." laughed Montblanc.
Suddenly everything around them burst into flame. Even the air around them seemed to be on fire. Marche's body rose high into the sky above as flames swirled around him.
"YOU FUCKING RAT FUCK!" bellowed the now burning form of Marche. "If it's the last thing I ever do, I will kill you! FOREVER!!!"
Montblanc looked at the burning form of Marche with the same puppy dog look as before.
"Hey. You want a sweetbun?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. Thanks."