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From the edifice of Mt. Ghrelin, Bruised and Bloodied survey the end-result of months of labor:
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| Yah... er... look at it... so... uhm... beautiful? | |
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| Yes, my good old friend. Beautiful! I don't just see piles of doo-doo, I see piles of money! Carls Jr., Checkers, Jack-In-The-Box, all will kneel to me and my wealth of secret sauce! | |
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| One thing I must have missed. Uhm, where was the gigantic facility for sterilizing the feces, maybe cooking out all the bacteria and whatnot? | |
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| What do you think gives it that special flavor? Now go fetch a spoon, it's time for the royal taste test! | |
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| Man, this job, this place, the ever-pervading reek of shit... My lord, how it beats working in a library! | |
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