Time of War Chpt 4
Cutting up the last half pickle, the one of five she had already cut up, she picked up a large bowl of ice cream and used the knife to simply push the bits of pickle into the bowl.
A Fated Reality-Chapter 19
The announcer was looking at me as i floated in the jar filled with pickle juice. mister, raph and the kids who had all escaped their pokeballs once i got in, stared at me like i was a pickle... a delicious pickle... 'look at daddy~...'
Dungeon Crawlers
"oh, and you, pickles. can't forget pickles." the rat seemed mollified by this acceptance and returned to lapping at the beer. it was not very good beer, and would perhaps get a fly drunk, if it did not drown in it.
Chapter 10: A Pleasant Outing
She opened the jar and took out the last pickle, taking a small bite before handing the rest to wolfgang. "finish this please, wolfie." the wolverine dutifully began munching the pickle as rita turned back to the mice.
Burning City Chapter 1
Have you ever heard of a plant called a pickle?" "a... pickle?" the avian struggled to pronounce the unfamiliar word, "i can't say that i ever have." "well, it's some sort of weird plant that comes from the north.
I'd Say It Was...
pickles mewled, grabbing for his arm to steady herself as she rubbed up to him in the carefully balanced standing position.
He who smelled the Roses
Vix looked up from her shredded paper mess to see that her trainer's pickle remained untouched, "fen?"
Another Brother
"does it involve melting me down and taking me to the movies in a pickle jar?" "how'd you guess?" * * * it wasn't even an _uncomfortable_ pickle jar.
Chapter Seventeen - Goodbye Dallas
pickles!" she said. "pickles? why pickles?" the raichu asked. "pickles are yummy." electra said. "why not apples?" thunder asked. "shut up!" she snapped. "it's pickles because i say it's pickles." "fine then it's pickles."
Burning City Chapter 3
"well, i want you to tell me about the pickles." the unexpected tangent made max burst out laughing, "what do you mean the pickles? the pickle jar mitro gave me?" the older owl smoothed out his feathers, "gave is the wrong word.
Why You Shouldn't Sleep Late
pickles shook her head with a silent "i don't know!"
Zion: Light of the New Moon Part 2, Ch 2.5 Bannihar
She tossed a half-pickle into her muzzle and chewed noisily.