You step up to the counter.
A somewhat sleepy waiter stirs.
Hoooooi! What can i do for you???
...he asks.
Well, what are you having?
Do you have a seltzer? I'm in the mood
for some moose. (in swedish)
ro hit en,
burgare jävel!! Can you teach me
how to cook? (in swedish)
Köttfärssås mmm (leave)
...you silently walk past him. What else dwells in the depths of the restaurant?
You find a note on the floor, and some kind of rascal.
in which i try to eat things and see if i get sick
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i eat kebab every day for i think a week ---> OK
i eat joylent back when it was called joylent ---> OK
i eat pan pizza ---> REGRET
i eat too old minced meat ---> REGRET
i eat good minced meat every third day for tree years ---> OK
i eat fishermans friend (sugar free) ---> ADDICTION
i eat blue cheese two times ---> REGRET
i eat palliation dust more often than i should ---> OK
i eat a relaxing tea in the evening ---> OK
i eat some rat creature ---> OK
i eat cow milk in accelerating quantities ---> ADDICTION
i eat avocado, the green egg fruit ---> OK
i eat snakes from the cave ---> REGRET
i eat fried chicken at various venues ---> REGRET
i eat rice with sauce ---> OK
Hi.
What's your burger policy?
Would it be weird if i ate one in front of you right now