Flagging Mustard

“now if you’re gonna go around wearing something the color of mustard, then you’re just asking for it.”

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More Than Just a Cycle

“if you can't handle a mustard bottle, no way you're taking on a croc." duke licked a stray drop of mustard off his thumb, far too slowly to be innocent. “oh, i can handle a lot more than you think, sweetheart."

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Food for Thought [1]

He does the same with the mustard jar, not caring if the mayo gets into the mustard jar. he slaps the mustard onto the bread and angrily plops a small pile of lunchmeat onto the bread.

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A minotaur comedy - Chapter One

"the mustard?" "what mustard?" the minotaur lords and the alleged hippie slowly got up on their feet, rubbing their rumps in an undignified manner.

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Sticky Situation

That mustard looks real good on you!" "w-what?!" furret attempted to run once more only to shriek out as he felt the weight of the slimy dragon slam against him.

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Cub Services | Chapter 3

She smiled reassuringly at him as he grabbed the mustard from the counter, still studying her intently.

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Kobold Kaos - Spreading

"why are you mustard?" "you drew my sigil in mustard, silly." the entity crooned parentally, rearing up to nuzzle along the smaller being's chest.

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Rexville 21: Halloween Night Part 2

mustard at the living room. i had to go to the bathroom, so i excused myself and left the two alone in the room. i bumped into prof. plum in the corridor, asking where mr. boddy was, and told him he was at the living room with col. mustard.

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Retracing the Route to Rome

He opened a drawer and pulled out a large tin of caviar and fine mustard, and some silverware and china plates from another. he opened the refrigerator and pulled out a container that had sliced potatoes in it.                

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New Generation of Heroes: Chapter 2 - "A Job to Do"

From 300 meters he'd popped this wolf kid in the small of his neck with--pretty much--a mustard seed. the white wolf pulled one of his "special" rounds from his pocket and peered at the tip, in awe of how the thing worked.

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Vorarephiliac

Maybe the mustard is pikachu! trap 'em in a pokeball, and train them. send them in a battlefield, and let them eat all they want! hopefully, arbok doesn't try and eat it's pokemaster! i wanna go deep inside.

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