[His attention shifts, obviously satisfied with that answer given, to the bacon. There's a thoughtful chew, eyes cast to the ceiling as he tries to pick out the...eccentric mixture of chocolate and bacon. It's not something he imagined himself eating ever in his life, but there's something considerably...
oddly satisfying about it.]
Not as bad as the turkey.
[Look at that shit-eating grin. This is your son, Bull.]
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oddly satisfying about it.]
Not as bad as the turkey.
[Look at that shit-eating grin. This is your son, Bull.]