Seeing as how I do not deserve food worth eating, this is just perfect.
Stale molding bread, toasted to the point of blackness makes an excellent accompaniment.
I shuffle to my chromium dinette, fashion a spoon out of an unwashed tin can ensuring the edges are sharp and jagged, and proceed to choke down my fetid meal.
No wonder I feel krabby... I would have it no other way.
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