“Some people, in counties, not as prosperous as yours, treat this sort of thing, as a delicacy.”
“There’s nothing delicate about any of this, it’s terrible!”
She places it to her nose and smiles, licking her lips. “Silly man, it’s the smell of its aroma, coupled with the taste of its sweet nectar and chewy gristle that make it what it is, makes it the food of gods.”
“It’s shit is what it is.”
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You can also, finish it off yourself, the only rule, this has to be the start, the words can be changed, it can be twisted, a little, but, it still needs to fundamentally be the same beginning.