in ur kitchen, cookin ur foodz
As we've established, Ray always trusted his gut. And right now, his gut was telling him it wanted to be fed. So he did what any hungry man would do. He found the kitchen and raided the fridge.
Ray found pretty much anything he could want in the fridge (except maybe a good Chicago-style hot dog, but you could only get those in Chicago, accept no substitutes). He settled down and made himself a sandwich and a good cup of coffee, feeling a little more at home.
Typist: Open post. Come talk or just steal his food and run away.
Ray found pretty much anything he could want in the fridge (except maybe a good Chicago-style hot dog, but you could only get those in Chicago, accept no substitutes). He settled down and made himself a sandwich and a good cup of coffee, feeling a little more at home.
Typist: Open post. Come talk or just steal his food and run away.