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[Cue Moses in the Joe West kitchen.
He hasn't slept in a while, and has been avoiding going outside. He only enjoys nature in its most beautiful state - 110 degrees Fahrenheit. Susceptible to homesickness, and craving something a little less bland than what the cafeteria offers, he opens the 'ice machine' and searches for something.]
Beef? Lamb?
[Nothing.]
Olive oil?
[Soon enough, he ransacks the fridge and cabinets. He finds rice and pita bread. Finally, something recognizable. Too terrified to use the microwave or oven, he reaches for an already-lit candle and a plate.]
Perfect.
[Moses places the rice on the platter and piles the bread on top, holding it over the single flame. Best. Plan. Ever.]
He hasn't slept in a while, and has been avoiding going outside. He only enjoys nature in its most beautiful state - 110 degrees Fahrenheit. Susceptible to homesickness, and craving something a little less bland than what the cafeteria offers, he opens the 'ice machine' and searches for something.]
Beef? Lamb?
[Nothing.]
Olive oil?
[Soon enough, he ransacks the fridge and cabinets. He finds rice and pita bread. Finally, something recognizable. Too terrified to use the microwave or oven, he reaches for an already-lit candle and a plate.]
Perfect.
[Moses places the rice on the platter and piles the bread on top, holding it over the single flame. Best. Plan. Ever.]