Peach smiled, her plan having worked well. Mario looked up at her and ran, but it was no use. He wouldn't get far.
So Peach decided to prepare for him first. Reaching into his cupoard she found just what she was looking for: some bread. Pulling out two slices and setting them on the counter, she then reached for the plumber. It was an easy catch.
"Gotcha Mario!" She said, licking her lips slowly. He looked so tasty already, so plump and juicy. Mario wriggled in her grasp.
"And to think I rescued you all those times!" he said. "I thought you liked me Peach!"
"Oh I do!" Peach said. "But right now I'd like an Italian sandwich with some lettuce and tomato, hold the onion, and plenty of mayo!"
"MAMA MIA!" Mario shouted, suddenly very afriad. But he could do nothing as Peach held him tight. She went into the fridge and pulle dout some crisp lettuce and fresh tomatoes, just picked this morning. Setting them on the counter, she then looked to MArio. "You have any cheese Mario? It would enhance your flavour well."
Without thinking he nodded, then went white as he realized WHY she wanted it. She pulled out some swiss, setting it on the counter, then the mayo. Then, at long last, she loked at Mario again.
"Please Peach! I've done you no wrong! I...I..."
"Sorry Mario." She said. "One, I cannot wait around for you to propose to me anymore, and two, I want to feel you inside me. So you are lunch now."
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