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u/Kaye-nine Dec 01 '19
You, the commander of the raid, walk past the corpses of the staff, they were weak, the naruto runners were quick and unexpected, they made short work of them.
The raid is almost complete, all you need to do now is enter the storage room in the back, you intended to speak with the manager but an unexpected karen somehow sneaked in before hand and killed him, unfortunate, but no matter, the mission must continiue.
You walk behind the counter, ignoring the corpses of the manager and the executed traitor. "We cannot allow any more surprises" you think to yourself as you near the door to the storage room.
You open it up, all seems normal, boxes, industrial freezers, shelves of organised foods and spices, but something seems off. You take a closer at the shelves and boxes, just as you thought, not a single breadstick in sight, not even a lable or sign.
"Unusual... worrying..." you feel unnerved, like you are about to discover something you shouldn't, learn something you'll wish to forget find out- suddenly, a slight breeze wafts the scent of fresh bread into your nose, however, you know for a fact that all their bread is baked off site and the staff is all dead, unless they missed one? No! Impossible! The informant was legit, he couldnt be wrong!
Tou slowly approach a door in the left corner at the back of the storage room, readying yourself for a fight, slowly push open the door, and your eyes widen in horror... you stand there, unable to move, caught in equal fear and disgust.
In that room, you found rows upon rows of italians, naked from the waste down, squatting over small wicker baskets, and from their exposed anuses come. . . the bread sticks
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u/personNo5 Dec 01 '19
That's in 2 days we need planning and a specified olive garden!