The Refrigerator from Ruin: Dairy Battalion

The great yellowish light filtered by a food splattered cover reflects off of the various soldiers and minions standing against the refrigerator door. The goons rise in salute for their vile and treacherous Admiral Hot Sauce, as he stirs from his slumber and is ready for action.

The Admiral swings backwards on the refrigerator door. His closest in arms, The Condiment Captains, clatter and bang against each other as the door swings open. The bottles and jars open their tiny concealed eyes and watch the massive hands of their human Master deposit new warriors for Admiral Hot Sauce's war over the domesticated appliance's dominance.

There were also signs of new warriors dumped onto the frozen tundra of the land of the Organics, the other rival of this battle for fridge supremacy. Lord Salisbury waits for the Master's hands to store the frozen dinners, but most importantly the gallon of ice cream.

"C'mon on down Ice Brothers," the Lord commands the never ending foot soldiers of the little ice cubes that slide out of the storage bin to encircle the gallon of ice cream that was the center of The Organics' attention. "Arise, Gallon Maximus!" the Lord commands and so do the vaporous powers of the baking soda. The enchanted dust falls upon the Chocolate, Vanilla and Strawberry advertised cover, which causes the dairy to vibrate.

"Happy...Birthday," Gallon Maximus whispers to the crowd of Organics who return his praise with cheers and shouts. Gallon looks around his surroundings. His googley eyes spin around in circles and scoots itself backwards to the door of the freezer. "Where am I," the Gallon shouts in a panicky voice.

"Keep it down you fool!" The Lord dashes over to slap the ice cream, "you'll alert The Leftovers."

"Too late m'Lord," a grouping of the Cubes form a being much larger than the Lord and Gallon combined. "The Veggies heard from their Cousins in the Crisper, that The Leftovers have already gathered their new soldiers, and our preparing an assault on us as we very well speak."

"Wait, there are others like me," questions Gallon to the crowd.

"Well, since you must know lad," the Lord pauses to listen to hear if the Leftovers had cracked through their magnetically sealed door yet. "Every time a new food is brought to us, they are brought to life by this strange vapor from the baking soda. In repayment of such an honor, the risen must help to defend their territory from those traitorous Leftovers down below. We need your strength Maximus."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Gallon rubs against a container on the freezer door as the magnet force field strip separates from the fridge.

"Back!" The Lord dashes over to re-seal the door but this only intimidates Gallon more, so the Lord gathers his thoughts for a moment and approaches the subject again. "You are a great warrior Maximus, we have fought side by side many an age, you and I. For each time that you have been DEVOURED by the Master, your thoughts and memories were eaten up as well. Think about the Master as your life line, the Master of Time."

"So what?" Gallon forces the freezer door open some more so that The Lord panics. Both figures see down below that Admiral Hot Sauce and the Lord's former lover, Mistress Marinade, had amassed a new battalion of soldiers.

"That is what we fight for and against Maximus!" the Lord turns around and barks commands to the other soldiers. "To battle my Organics! Cubes we need an avalanche," Lord Salisbury drops his arm, signaling for the Cube Brothers to smash themselves down to the ground below.

The Cubes bash against the glass exteriors of many of the Condiment Captains, but it was the group that did not fall down to the fridge below, but they who kept advancing up to the freezer. The group that caught the attention and recalled memories within Gallon Maximus, a battalion of soldiers that would have been found back in Maximus' home land of Dairy.

"Stop your assault!" Gallon slides on the slick tundra over to the ice cube tray. He spins back around to the Lord while pointing to the climbing packages of diary products, "Salisbury, I know that stick of butter, carton of milk, dozen eggs and wedge of cheese - I beg of you to halt this barrage."

"By the Master's digits would I do such a thing - whoop!" Salisbury barks back at Maximus, but is caught off guard as he slips and falls backward. The frozen metal of the freezer floor sticks to his freezer burnt backside. He stares up to see a stick of butter slide and skate about as it leaves a buttery track behind him.

"I suggest you listen to your boy Maximus," the stick of butter glides over to Salisbury and chuckles a cruel chuckle. "There ain't no reason that you shoulda attacked me, Snail Trail, and the rest of Dairy Battalion," the stick slides over to the right to reveal the remainder of the battalion that had infiltrated their territory. "And you ain't gonna make our expiration date yet."

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