Iximaz was strolling through the halls of the PPC, whistling to himself, when he caught the sound of the most amazing voice. It was captivating, enchanting, almost siren-like. Few sirens, however, would ever have dreamed of singing the lyrics this mysterious voice was.

"Sandwiches, sandwiches, barely even seasoned! Sandwiches, sandwiches, bought them at the store!" Truly, there could not possibly have been a more seductive line anywhere in the universe. The great enchantresses of old would have wept at the its incredible beauty. Iximaz could not resist, and so followed the tune through the corridor, until at last, he reached the door it seemed to be coming from. Hesitantly, he opened it and peered inside.

The room was very sparsely furnished. In fact, it barely had any at all, save the stool the room's sole occupant sat upon. Iximaz gasped, for he was the most handsome person he'd seen since arriving here. The music cut off abruptly as the stranger looked up to see who had entered the room. "H-Hello," he stammered. He hadn't meant for anybody to hear him, let alone this very attractive young man.

"Hi," Iximaz said. "You sing really well."

"Thank you," the stranger, whose name was Matt Cipher, replied. "I, uh, I've been practicing."

"You don't have to stop," Iximaz said. "Please, keep going."

"Um, okay," he replied."I'll just, uh, start over." Ix nodded, then looked for a place to sit. Conveniently, there was another stool right across from Matt Cipher. Ix took it and stared expectantly at him.

"What can you expect from a filthy store-bought sandwich," he began, "Their whole disgusting race is like a curse! Their crust is burnt and thin, they have no veggies in! They're sloppily made and worse!" As he began, Iximaz was once more enthralled by his beautiful voice. It stirred something deep within him, something that cried out for release. Finally, he could hold it back no more.

"They're sandwiches, sandwiches, barely even seasoned! Sandwiches, sandwiches, bought them at the store! They're not like yours or mine, which means they must be eaten! We must chew with gums of war! They're sandwiches, sandwiches! Of lettuce and tomatoes! Now we chew with gums of war!" he sang, unable to stop himself. Matt Cipher was shocked at the beauty of the man's voice. He knew what effect others said his voice had on them, but he had never thought it to be true. Now, he knew what they meant. The music pulled on something within him, enthralled him, excited him. He loved it. He never wanted it to end, and he was going to help it go on.

"This is what we feared, the white bread is a demon. It doesn't give us nutrients we need! Beneath that milky hide, there's emptiness inside. I wonder if I have some wheat!" Iximaz had, at first, stopped as Matt Cipher began to sing, but had quickly recovered, and they began to sing together, weaving a glorious melody that would have brought anybody else who heard it to the room, if they hadn't been so overwhelmed that they simply had to find the nearest person or group and have their own... singing match. "Foooor sandwiches, sandwiches, barely even seasoned! Sandwiches, sandwiches, we must make some more! If we want a few for us, because there have been locusts! We must chew with gums of war! They're sandwiches, sandwiches! First we consume this one! Then we chew with gums of war!"

Now, their voices broke apart once more, and Iximaz sang, "Sandwiches, sandwiches! Let's go get a few, men!"

"Sandwiches, sandwiches! Add some cheese of blue, then!"

"Sandwiches, sandwiches! Now we chew with gums of war!" Although neither performer noticed, the sound of drums being beaten began to filter into the room, as if from a very far off place. It was as if the song were building to an even more powerful point, but, alas for the music, the singers had very different ideas. The music had been building a pressure within them, and now, it demanded to be released. Iximaz and Matt stared into each other's eyes, and some corner of each of their minds noted the similarity in color. However, the majority of their brains was occupied with only one thing. Almost as one, they stood up and embraced each other, embrace quickly transforming into a kiss. The drums faded as clothes were discarded and song was replaced with different, but equally pleasurable noises.