Lobsters were for fancy humans when I was growing up. Expensive shit.
[ He chats away too, too exhausted both mentally and physically not to need an outlet, riding that assumed bullshit like it's nothing but a road beneath his feet. His stomach growls loudly, betraying him. ]
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[ He chats away too, too exhausted both mentally and physically not to need an outlet, riding that assumed bullshit like it's nothing but a road beneath his feet. His stomach growls loudly, betraying him. ]
... Gods, now I'm hungry.