"You know what, it's getting pretty late but I think I know how we'll figure this out."
The shaggy haired boys stare up at you with fearful young faces. One of them spoke up, "wh...what did you have in mind?"
"Well, my tasty treats, I think I can wait a short while before devouring you. Tommorrow morning I'm going to play with you two, giving you tests, and I'll decide whose more fun to keep around a little while longer, and who listens to my commands better. The loser becomes breakfast..." You start fantasizing how you'll serve the losing twin. Maybe in a syrupy pancake, or just in a bowl of cold milk. The choices are endless.
It was time for the other tan little morsal to speak up, rising to his skater shoes and shaking the long hair from his eyes, "Like what? You gonna make us have sex with you or something gay like that?"
You chuckle to yourself while the twins argue over that last outburst. "No, no. I'm much too big for that. I might watch while you two do though." Their arguments stopped as realization of their dire situation finally dawned on them. "Don't cry though. I haven't decided yet. Maybe you'll just kiss each other, or maybe nothing like that. I could just play with you like action figures, or crash you in my remote control cars..."
The tears began trickling down their chubby cheeks in waves.
"Anyway, you won't have to worry about that till the morning. It's late and I need to get to sleep. I've got lots of new recipes to try out tommorrow."
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