Flagging Mustard
“now if you’re gonna go around wearing something the color of mustard, then you’re just asking for it.”
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."
Hammed
"hmm, maybe some more mustard might make it more filling." bill pondered. he grabbed another sandwich and opened it. "shoot, i left the mustard in my bag." bill got up and went to the locker room to get the mustard.
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.
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.
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.
Cub Services | Chapter 3
She smiled reassuringly at him as he grabbed the mustard from the counter, still studying her intently.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.