When we last saw our dynamic duo, Sarah was getting ready to eat the fruit cake. She slowly began to unwrap it, not unlike how one might unwrap their.. lover.. if their lover was a fruitcake. Right. Upon removing the protective plastic coating, a foul yet enticing aroma filled Sarah's lair. "Dude, this is fucking... DUDE, WHY DOES IT SMELL LIKE WAX?!" she cried.
Justin, who was having a touch of the touret's, simply replied with "PICKLES!" followed by a long string of obscenities. Inspired by her cohort's support, Sarah dug right in.
At first it was just funny..
Then it got serious..
And then the fear set in..
And finally.. she started to taste it.
And what exactly did she taste, you ask? Why, I couldn't possibly tell you in one little paragraph. Oh no! It would take a whole other chapter...
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