Aw man. Mama’s chili, yeah baby. Come to papa. Lunch is late and I’m hungry.
You rub your hands together, and cackle in your head as you approach the fridge in the office
kitchen. A smacking sound escapes your lips as you pull open the fridge and bend own to peer
What? Where- no! Those filthy scumbags! Well, isn’t that just like those jerks to eat my mama’s
You look around the kitchen before seeing John’s sushi on the top shelf of&n...
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