They say when you shut down one sense, the others are enhanced. So it was that the chomp, having shut off his sense of sight, could smell, hear, taste and feel better. So it was that he knew the exact moment to duck as the pies gleefully aimed to splatter him with their crusts and fillings.

In platforming games and in life, timing is everything. The chomp crouched right before the pies in front could smash into his face, or the pies behind him could smash into the back of his head. His attackers didn't have time to react and change their course accordingly.

Instead, what happened was that the banana cream pie smashed into the apple pie, and the rhubarb custard pie smashed into the key lime pie, making two rather interesting desserts from four pies. This was the end for them. They shivered a little on the ground, but did not levitate. Soon, they were still.

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The chomp examined the wreckage. He wasn't too sure about a key lime and rhubarb custard combination, but a banana cream and apple pie fusion sounded delicious. He chomped away hungrily. He had no idea where the next attack would come from, and he needed the energy.

He was interrupted in his chomping by the foulest of odors assaulting his senses. He looked up to see Poot gorging on the key lime and rhubarb custard disaster.

"About time you showed up", said the chomp passive aggressively.

Poot grinned at him shamelessly as custard dribbled from his chomper.

"Been away doing some recon", he mumbled with his mouth full.

"Brace yourself fellow chomp. The second wave is coming."

The chomp sniffed the air pensively. There was a new scent, barely noticeable under Poot's strong stank.

It was the smell of freshly baked pie...