I lovingly prepared two honey garlic sausages prepared by the meat priests of mars. Roasted to perfection on a holy grill fueled by hellfire and souls. Onions grown to the best possible perfection and fried by the forge masters of ancient times. The oil itself was created by seven virgins from sacred olive trees. The wheat in the bread was grown in a field fertilized by gold dust and irrigated with water from Titan (one of Jupiter's moons). I split the sausage down the middle, only after sanctification from the priests of mars, with a ceremonial knife made with platinum and emerald. The onions received there blessing from the forge masters and were applied. The last ingredient was honey mustard made by an anthromorphic honey bee. The second slice of bread was laid on top and the world became still. I took a bite ad could hear the gods weep mighty tears of joy as I ate the perfect sandwich ever created and the world rejoiced.


In short. I made a sandwich. I ate it. It was good.