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Sanity Killer by Calen
The chef takes it eagerly chomps it down with his velvet teeth and the food goes down the hole in his mouth to who knows (and who wants to know?) where. He looks at you for more. You look at the ingredients. All gone. He raises his cleaver in hunger. The food, or you is what he seems to imply.
Tell him you need to go get ingredients for more, then get the hell out.
End Of Story

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