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The baguette fought hard, as hard as anything made of grain ever could. Alas, despite its best efforts to simply exist, it succumbed to the hungry mischief in a matter of seconds. Or rather, it would have, had Rats not been distracted by a sudden  thought. It rippled through each rat, making them perk up and stand on their hind legs one after another. They looked around, beady eyes clearly searching for something.

They found a bunch of the others clustered around a beetle, who turned out to be the Oracle, transformed by a pendant. They saw levitating pickaxes and the goblin (less loud version) selling a rock (it was a pretty cool rock). What they did not see was more bread.

Ergo, this was the only bread. The only one in the(ir) world. And they had not even fought to earn it! It had been gifted to them! It wouldn't [i]do[/i] to eat it all. After all, if nothing else, Rats knew about sharing.

And so, they made the hardest decision of their hour-long life. Rats looked down at what remained of the baguette, turned their teary eyes away from what they were about to do, and each tore off a piece of what remained of the bread. The result was seven soggy pieces of bread caked in rat saliva, fur and dirt, each about the size of their palms.

Then, with a collective nod, they each set off, running towards the other monsters with their gift of bread in tow. One for each monster, one for Kleine. Probably. They didn't exactly know how to count. 
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