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[dontshakemyhand]

*During dinner, there is a man still sitting at his table as people begin to leave, stuffing his face as if he's never eaten. He seems to be near starving by the food piled on his plate, which appears to be at least his second helping, judging by the junk in his beard.*

... Are you going to finish that?

Comments

[mythbusting]

[halfway through a plate of barbecue]

Yes. Definitely yes.

[dontshakemyhand]

Fair enough.

[mythbusting]

You can go back for more.

[dontshakemyhand]

*gulping down water, so it's a couple of seconds before he replies*

Ah... but how many times?

[putyrchinthebox]

[Doesn't have a plate, but is presumably close to some of the sauces]

Chii doesn't eat.

[dontshakemyhand]

Ah... Chii, was it?

[putyrchinthebox]

Chii is Chii!

[dontshakemyhand]

*Wipes his face clean with a napkin*

I take it you don't recognize me then?

[mywifeaneva]

... your face is way too close.

[dontshakemyhand]

*Frowns, but is backing up*

Excuse me.

[mywifeaneva]

... I think the stuff kind of regenerates, so... I mean, it's not that great to begin with so why would you want someone else's leftovers?

[dontshakemyhand]

I simply don't come to this place often, so I was unaware of that fact.

[jerkchester]

[ahhhh]

[littlestsoldier]

That's a disgusting amount of food.

[jerkchester]

[fff breathe]

Uh. Yeah. It is.

[littlestsoldier]

*Looking over at the guy again*

...friend of yours?

[pellameno]

...

[pushes his plate over, blinking]

You've got... [gestures]

[dontshakemyhand]

Thank you.

[pellameno]

There's plenty more.

[dontshakemyhand]

Is it difficult for you?