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[therealvillain]

[... you see a lone termite sobbing in the corner. Do you dare approach him?]

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[motherofthemaou]

Is something wrong, Tidale...?

[therealvillain]

Aside from my soon-exploding stomach? Poor food reminds me of my past...

[motherofthemaou]

Ah... did you overeat? This might help... [and she'll cast a light healing spell that should at least make you feel a bit better.]

What do you mean by your past though...?

[therealvillain]

Oh. That... actually does feel better. Magic rocks!

euughhhh... Lots of... stuff I don't really want to look back at again... I'm sure nobody likes looking back.

[lone_hater]

[...he might prefer not to... but...]

...what brought this on?

[therealvillain]

The food, man! It was... just too poor... auuughhh...

[lone_hater]

...it seemed alright to me.

[therealvillain]

But that's just it! Poor things remind me of things I... well, never want to be reminded of!

[lovelovecalamri]

... the food was pretty bad, huh?

[therealvillain]

It... could've used more class. And fanciness.

[lovelovecalamri]

Yeah... ... and it definitely could've used less eggs.

[therealvillain]

Eugh, is that what they've been serving you? It gets all... yellowy and messy... I don't care for eggs, no!

[apologybot]

A-are you all right?

[totallynotaspaz]

Uh...you okay, man?