[An unheard and ever-suffering sigh echoes across Caliborn's apartment.]
WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT COOKING? BRING ME SOMETHING RAW. LIKE. A STEAK. OR BACON. OR TWO STEAKS WRAPPED IN BACON. WITH HAMBURGER MEAT BETWEEN THEM.
BUT SERIOUSLY. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE. THERE IS A SERIOUS RISK THAT I MAY PROJECTILE VOMIT ALL OVER THE FIRST HALF-NAKED PERSON WHO TRIPS AND SULTRY SPRAWLS INTO MY PATH. LIKE. WHAT IF THEY GET OFF ON THAT? THEN IT'S A PERFECTLY GOOD WASTE OF BILE.
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WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT COOKING? BRING ME SOMETHING RAW. LIKE. A STEAK. OR BACON. OR TWO STEAKS WRAPPED IN BACON. WITH HAMBURGER MEAT BETWEEN THEM.
BUT SERIOUSLY. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO GO OUTSIDE. THERE IS A SERIOUS RISK THAT I MAY PROJECTILE VOMIT ALL OVER THE FIRST HALF-NAKED PERSON WHO TRIPS AND SULTRY SPRAWLS INTO MY PATH.
LIKE. WHAT IF THEY GET OFF ON THAT? THEN IT'S A PERFECTLY GOOD WASTE OF BILE.
THE POINT IS. MEAT. I WANT SOME.