To the rescue!

Suddenly you realize that Rodger should still be outside, and your sitting here in silent terror while a witch is about to load you into an over. You take a deep breath into your lungs, compressed as they are under all your flab, and sceam at the top of your lungs, "RODGER HEEEEEEELP I'M ABOUT TO BE EATEN BY A WITCH!!! SAVE MEEEEEE!"

Almost instantly, the house begins to shake, before a large chunk of wall is blown away by a tail careening through like a wreaking ball, and Rodger turns around and pokes his head through, smoke billowing from his nostrils, "HEY, THANK's MY FRIEND!!" he bellows, and a red glow seems to be at the back of his throat, ready to leap out at any moment.

The witch looks taken aback, and seems to consider for a moment wither or not she could conjure up anything before the dragon could reduce her to a pile of ash, then slowly, she backs away, "Sorry," she says, "I didn't know, I made a mistake," she says, then quickly flicks her wrist. The tray and it's content, mostly consisting of you, is flung at Rodger like a catapult. You collide with Rodger's head, your weight actually knocking the dragon clear of the house before you roll off and down onto the ground rolling over and over like a ball. Thankfully your layers of fat prevented you from being hurt.

The witches house, though, suddenly rises into the air on two legs made of candy cane and gumdrops, and starts running away at full speed before Rodger can do anything about it. Not that he is focused on that anyway, as he is chasing you as you roll over and over down the hill!

Written by an anonymous author

Rodger stops you.

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