A labyrinth obscures your view from your surroundings. Its walls are a precise creation of white bread, ham, American cheese, mayonnaise, and mustard. The mixture of this is giving off a rather noxious smell. Crumbs line the area around your feet as you recall assembling this very same plate earlier. You purposefully made it so that the sandwiches formed a wall of defense. This was for originally for show, but now it was truly playing its part as a barrier.
Being a bit shorter than the top layer of breads rules out climbing up as you don't have much time. You can hear the approaching women as they attack the other plates like vultures to a carcass. The small view allowed by the wall gives you a glimpse of one of your mother's friends. Hopes of using her to escape turn to worry as you notice (After her surprising amount of cleavage) the plate of food in her left hand. Although thin, she appears a little more curvy than some of the other women. Your new spot actually serves as a good vantage point to "study" her, but any chance at that is crushed as she reaches towards your plate.
This isn't too bad. Sure, she could accidentally crush you. But, there's a greater chance that she'll find you, and that's just what you hope for. The awkward shock of explaining this situation is a million times better than ending up crushed to the plate. As the hand approaches, you find that
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