[Start with Tentro and Lunk wearing chef hats in a factory with various conveyor belts. Some have bread slices, another has hamlogna slices. Lunk uses his mouth to grab a hamlogna slice and place it on a bread slice on a belt, while Tentro stretches a tentacle to grab another bread slice and place it on the sandwich. Pan down to a dispenser that buzzes with a neon red “Hamlogna” sign. It drops the sandwich out onto a plate. Zaptor walks in.]

Zaptor: Hamlogna zzzandwich! (Spirals around with an electricity buzz.)

[Another sandwich falls out]

Zaptor: Hamlogna sandwich! (Happily waves his arms.)

[Zaptor glances at a lever. Another sandwich falls out]

Zaptor: (Happily clapping and stomping in place.) Hamlogna sandwich!!

[Glances at the lever again and another sandwich falls out.]

Zaptor: (Happily stomping in place.) HAMLOGNA SANDWICH!!!! (Buzzes.)

[Zaptor runs over to the lever and sets it to “Fast”. Cut back to the factory, a light blinks on and Tentro and Lunk look around in shock. Tentro extends a tentacle to keep the bottom bread from moving away, which causes it to pile up. Hamlogna slices hit Lunk on the head while bread slices hit Tentro on the head. Both of them moan in shock and confusion. Cut back to Zaptor, who’s near the plate.]

Zaptor: (Jumps up.) Sandwiches! (Jumps up again.) SA-HANWICHES!! (Stops jumping, looks up in confusion.)...Sandwiches?

[Cut back to the factory. Tentro and Lunk are now buried in bread and hamlogna slices. They toss a Cubit in the air and it spins around a couple times. They are now in a spinning teacup ride that spirals them around.]

Tentro and Lunk: Mix!

[Tentro & Lunk Mix spirals his tentacles around a few times and grabs two bread slices and a hamlogna slice, and them forms them into a sandwich. He quickly makes tons as the conveyor belt keeps going. Pan down the dispenser, tons of sandwiches are now falling onto the plate, with Zaptor happily waiting.]

Zaptor: HamLOGNA!

[There is now a huge pile of sandwiches on the plate. Zaptor pops out from behind it.]

Zaptor: Mmm… (Inhales wide.)

[Jawg walks in from the other side and devours the entire pile of sandwiches, then walks away. Zaptor’s mouth is agape.]

Jawg: Hamlogna…

Zaptor: …Sandwiches... (Frowns.)

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