[Okay, that does stop him for a moment, because usually Bull + a kitchen meant either something was going to be cooked to death or disaster. Sometimes both.
But Bull is quick to slide the sandwich his way, gingerly taking it with his hands as he leans over the counter, tearing into that thing like he hadn't eaten a meal in his life.]
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But Bull is quick to slide the sandwich his way, gingerly taking it with his hands as he leans over the counter, tearing into that thing like he hadn't eaten a meal in his life.]
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I'll grab something tomorrow.
[Don't talk with your mouth full, trash.]