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// Disaster-Forged 
// Story: 150 or Below 
// by KwirkyJ 
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The three youths were abuzz as they burst into Sugarcube Corner.

"That was amazing!" cried Pericardium, shedding his sheepdog disguise.

"Hey," said Pound Cake, "I'll get us some snacks before the rush!"

"We'll find a booth!"

Pound disappeared into the kitchen, and the remaining two played a laughing game of catch-a-can as they decided where to sit. 

There is a certain kind of bond that comes from surviving a maelstrom of machine-cut lumber. And, although the culprit had not been identified, they were all excited for the team- and character- and town-rebuilding to come. 

Pound revealed a heaping tray of confections. "I know we all just met, but we're friends now, right?"

"How could we not be!" trilled Pericardium. "We're all survivors!"

"we're all sentient, biological life-forms," intoned a very happy Tree Thousand.

"And we all like ice cream!"

They dug in, and it was good.