CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FOUR – THE END IS COMING

The next morning, the four former warriors-turned-kitchen-catastrophe survivors made their way to a nearby diner, hoping to catch an early breakfast and start mapping out a game plan for cleaning their respective home bases. No sooner had they stepped through the entrance than a surly-looking manager was already bearing down on them, arms crossed disapprovingly over his puffy gut. "Noooo...no, nu-uh, no way!" He pulled up short in front of them, shaking his head vehemently. "You four aren't setting one FOOT in here tracking in any more of...THAT!" He gestured wildly up and down their bodies, which were still caked in various dried foodstuffs and stains from the previous day's battlefield. Becca and Logan had at least managed a cursory rinse in the shower, but Claire and Jasmine were still practically mummified under layers of crusted sauces, crumbs, and who knew what else. "B-but...breakfast?" Claire's eyes widened in dismay, shooting her sister a desperate look. Sure enough, Jasm