Go with the Pretzel
You and Horace move off along the path, and to your chagrin, after a
few seconds Horace bursts into a marching song.
"Onward, onward, munchie munch!
No one eats pretzels for lunch!
Forward, forward, fellow cheese!
Fake cheese makes people sneeze!"
Ack! It's terrible! Your cheesy little ears begin to throb and your
yellow eyes begin to water. You're going to scream! Just then, you
hear a loud *crack* behind you, and Horace freezes. "What was
that?" he asks you, beginning to tremble with fear.
Horace grins so hard that little pieces of pretzel flake off the
corners of his mouth. "Whoopee!" he screams, grabs your fat
cheezy hands and spins you in circles. "This is gonna be
great!" he shouts... but you already have misgivings. It's bad
enough being trapped in the body of a Cheezie without running around
with an unbalanced pretzel who also seems to be a flake (or at least
flaking). Still, you don't have anything else to do, and at least
this will be interesting.
