(Looking terrified, clutching a flashlight) "SwaySway, why did we have to camp out here? This place gives me the creeps! It’s darker than the inside of a loaf of pumpernickel!"
Sunlight streams through the window. The camera pans to the floor. Sway-Sway and Buhdeuce are lying on the floor, holding their stomachs. Their beaks are covered in crumbs.
Uh oh. Radioactive thunder. That’s never good for the gluten.
(The bread begins to twitch and contort, before suddenly springing to life. The bread slices start to move and multiply, taking on a zombie-like appearance.)
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SwaySway and Buhdeuce arrive at the bread distribution center, where they meet their client, a Zorbian named Zorb.
SwaySway: "There's no such thing as bread love, Buhdeuce! We need to survive!"
As a reward for satisfying your customers, I shall now show ye how to make bread.