The Chronicles of Floofington Hills chapter 1
This is indeed a pickle of great proportions." nicolai nodded in sad agreement. "the darkness wrought by this giant space cloud will surely disrupt our fair floofington hills," skippy pounded a fist into his palm.
Ch. 17: The Day of Defeat
Shelves were lined with glass jars filled with all manner of pickled and preserved foods, though many of them had fallen off due to the giant's rampage and the mixed stench of pickles, beets, and other foods wafted up into bart's nostrils, making him cringe
Character bio For Taiku Altegrund
Olives, ludefisk, and pickled hering some operas favorite: color: green clothing: suite and tie place: berlin room in the house and why: his room cause it is the ultimately awesome room of amazingness food/drinks: rabbit, venisin, pizza
Cabin in the Woods Ch. 01
Seeing no-one, he stepped inside, carefully walking around shelves filled with old jars of pickled eggs and pickled pig's feet. cans with peeling, faded labels were strewn about.
F.U.R.: The Brotherhood part 1
Bones walks past her, then does a triple take, "is that a pickle, horseradish, cayenne pepper, and anchovy sandwich with sourdough bread?"
Light for the Future
"you really were in quite some pickle there earlier, miss. humans can be detestable - i'm glad we found you before he...eh.." "yeah, i appreciate it." i smiled, my voice still dry and raspy.
Stalker
I slid cans of pickled beets, onions, and some other stuff into my rucksack. maybe i could make a stew? after a brief few minutes, i had filled my bag to an amount that i was satisfied with. i moved back to the door, and listened.
Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 2 of 37
Somewhere in my stomach a tomato slice pickled. "you look thirsty," a familiar voice rumbled beside me. i jumped, banging my thighs against the top of the table and plopped back unceremoniously onto my seat. "jeez, bruise! don't sneak up on a drunk!"
A Special Present for a Special Father
"um...hmm....could i get a chicken, bacon, ranch sandwich with lettuce, pickles and some honey mustard?" ryan said while licking his lips.
Beth
Nothing smells bad, just different, and he ends up pulling out an assortment he would never have ate together before; peanut butter, pickles and boiled eggs... yum. he sits down, wolfing [dogging?] everything down, spooning the peanut butter last.
Serval and Sheep (Chapter 36)
Wedged between the strange jars of pickled somethings and dusty boxes of whatever was a discreet entrance to a back room, partially obscured by heavy strips of dark rubber flaps.
The Slayer and the Sphinx: Chapter Eighteen
A turkey pickled in olive juice, a flying cucumber plant, and a quarter the size of kentucky. if sarah had gotten into the tower, she already had everything she needed to get into the archive.