Today, the table in the fifth floor common room was covered with all kinds of (moddable) snacks. Pretzels, popcorn, chips, candy, you name it. There was punch, of the dubious red and fizzy variety, with a lump of sherbet floating in it. There were 2-liters of every kind of soda imaginable. And there was a stack of pizzas, piping hot and greasy
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