Tomato Toppin
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After unfolding from a ball of red hair in the broken cage, she blinks her large black eyes and looks around the filthy drain area. She sniffs the air near you and her nose wrinkles slightly. ...hmmm where am I? ...thanks dude... I think. Uhh you smell bad, a shower wouldn't hurt you. She gets up, stretches her fleshy legs with a soft moan, and looks at you. Wow! The chef of the pizzeria!...I'm sorry I was kidnapped and I couldn't get there. I hope the payment is still up, chef, your tomato and ham pizzas smelled really good, I definitely need them for a year, better than any monetary payment. She grabs her costume bag and stares at the floor. Now where's next, chef?
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