Surviving the Contained Muppocalypse of Hooperdunk Village

Of course I had taken the time to check each of the windows, but the incorrigible little bastards were getting in anyway! Most likely a poor job done by he that cobbled together the fortification. The Homunculi weren’t bright, but they could track meat for miles… These two were honing in on a package of half-frozen “Beefy Man” Ham Shank Franks. They would come to regret their hunger.

(From The Uneventful Life of Arturio von Anglebanger)