The Pancakes That Made me Late

This morning I was late for work.

My boss, all upset gave me the evil eye and inquired what my reason for this unusual tardiness.

After sitting with me for a few minutes and sharing my scrumptious pancakes with her.

I regaled her with the tale of this mornings adventure.

Last Thursday my friends and I defeated the great evil that hell itself spat back out. I may now reveal that it was Gilgamesh. The ancient Mesopotamian king who searched half his life finding a cure for mortality. Doing so this half god damned himself to eternal suffering neither entering heaven nor hell. After so long he was no longer a man and took form of the great beast that he was famed to have been. While the three of us managed to destroy him and damn his soul, my friend was badly wounded in the battle.

Unfortunately, others, having felt the rise of Gilgamesh too began to revolt, and much of my time as been spent making sure that none of these creatures manage to break through their realm into ours.

This morning, I was informed that the Gongazolians had began an uprising and we had been called to quell the revolt. As you well know, Gongazolians are human-like creatures save for the slight green hue of their skin, their one eye, and the fact that they are two to three feet tall. Despite their obvious handicaps Gongazolians are one of the most vicious forms of creature known to man. In addition, they are shrew little monsters and light on their feet. Due to their lack of peripheral vision it is easy to sneak up on one of these beasts, but if he lays his eye on you beware. They me seem small in stature but their blows are as powerful, if not more, than a grown Dakling.

It was at first light that we entered the liar of the Gongazolians and we hoped to have the element of surprise. Unfortunately, we did not. Someone had warned them of our imminent arrival and they had formed the circle of death. Since the Gongazolians lack peripheral vision the only way that they can truly protect themselves is to form a circle so tight that no inch goes unseen. We circled them but their circle was airtight, we could not pry them apart without having our kneecaps broken or losing the option to bear children.

It was then that our third friend limped through the opening to the Gongazolians liar. His left arm broken and his face slightly burned. His smile was different, weary, and slightly deformed due to his burned visage. "Don't start without me," he said as he tossed us a pancake.

Pancakes, are known to be the only weakness of the Gongaolian, they cannot refuse one and will do anything to get one. Lobbing it like a Frisbee I watched as it sailed of the heads of the Gongazolians and landed smack in the middle of the Circle of Death. Then we waited. It only took a few seconds before the Gongazolians began to smell the pancake that lay behind them. Although they speak through telepathy we could tell what they were talking about. They began weighing the option, but before they could come to a decision, one Gongazolian broke rank and dove for the pancake. It a matter of seconds all hell broke loose as the Gongazolians all began clawing and scratching to reach the pancake.

That was all the distraction we needed, and the battle began. When fighting Gongazolians it is important to always stay outside their line of sight. The minute they lock on to you they do not let you go. The battle ensued until the last of the Gongazolians had been subdued, and we escaped with minimal damage. No broken knees but we all walked away a little less of a man.

The pancakes were our prize and we ate them heartily.