Man, why am I so hungry? My stomach's all, "Feed me, Seymour!" and I'm all, "I just gave you two tamales and a hard-boiled egg, noisy!" Maybe some tea will help satiate the beast. I guess I better fortify myself, anyway, since I'm going to the blood drive over at Stevenson tomorrow to have them crack my veins open and harvest the red gold (
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