It'll probably be a short, sharp shock for me if I went thinking that way.Still, how's it put when a lass ain't got no interest in what's filling her tank...And when I got home, I couldn't manage to muster myself to actually eat anything...Now then.So I was just eating so I didn't die from starvation, that's the feeling...The Gyoza and Fried Rice are on the house today.Where am I supposed to fit all this...... how's it put, you say... I'd stay working at the office so late that I didn't really have the option of eating out...Sorry for the wait, lassie.LEGENDS OF THE PRIOR WORKPLACEFrom this point on, the only way food and death should matter to you is if something tastes so good you could pass on without regrettin'.
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