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WHEN BACON STRIKES BACK http://www.flickr.com/photos/kwl/4422272099/

There I was, trembling in the dark. I was huffing and puffing, gasping for air because I just sprinted 20 yards, which is over 15 Lego miles (Lm). I was being chased... by Fredrick. Fredrick was my pet piggy that I rescued from a crazed bacon fanatic when he was just a young piggy. I raised Fredrick like he was my own kin, with plenty love and affection. But recently I developed a sudden bacon craving that took hold of my soul and controlled me involuntarily. I wanted to eat bacon, even the bacon that I love. Of course I didn't want to eat Fredrick, so I had to eat twice the bacon just to keep me from tasting that juicy Fredrick... Anyway, I tried to keep my bacon eating habits away from Fredrick, but he eventually found out. He walked in on my eating some freshly fried and crispy bacon. The cat was out of the bag. The bacon was out of the bacon pack. Ever since, Fredrick has been trying to eat me, and it broke my bacon-clogged heart. I suppose I deserve it, but now it's eat or be eaten. Whoever can save their bacon, so to speak. I was just outside my house. My lego mustang was waiting just outside my reach. I would have to make a dash out in the open just to get in and drive away. Then again, if I didn't go, Fredrick would tear me to Lego smithereens. The warm sweat on my lego brow dripped down my nose, which I don't necessarily have. I decided to run for it. Running faster than a cheetah and with the instinct to live, nothing could get in my way. Until... //SNOOOORT.// Oh my Lego God. It was Fredrick at my 3:00. I froze in my sprint and quickly swiveled my lego head on my lego-neck-stub-thing. He had armed himself with my rocket launchers from my basement (that I acquired from the 10 year Plastic War) and had them aimed straight at my mustang. "No, NO FREDRICK! NOT MY MUSTANG!" I shouted in sheer desperation. It was my only means of escape. Fredrick grinned, then fired and skidded back a few inches, but showed no remorse. My lego mustang exploded as soon as the projectile hit it in a beautiful blue explosion. It rained down steaming chunks of lethal lego fragments from my once spectacular mustang. Tears streamed down my heated plastic face. I was done for, and Fredrick had reloaded in the meantime. Why the world was so cruel, I do not know. Is it really necessary to eat other animals for survival? Aren't there enough plants or manufactured products, such as TastyCakes, to eat so that we don't have to resort to eating chicken, cows, and pigs? Why did I love bacon over a potentially homicidal pig named Fredrick? Well, because bacon is an amazing food, of course. Fredrick must have read my mind. His bloodshot, murderous eyes almost seemed teary eyed. How sad that I turned a cute and playful pig into a ferocious lego-man killer, when I could've turned him into bacon and stopped his pain. It doesn't matter now. Fredrick fired his final shot. Here I come, mustang...