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If I see one more salad...

If I hear you bitch about my food one more time.

[ Not even looking up from drizzling generously. ]

At least I don't need a bib to eat.

Disgusting.

[ Dean is visibly repulsed by the drizzling, as he picks up his gigantic greasy bacon cheeseburger with both hands. ]

Haters gonna hate, bro.

Now that's funny coming from you.

[ Stabbing into a chunk to lift with an good-natured grin, only scrunching his nose the slightest when a healthy goop drops from the diner burger. ]

I was kidding about the bib-thing.

Edited 2017-02-05 04:46 (UTC)

At least my food can sustain life

[ Dean takes the most obnoxiously big bite of his greasy burger, smiling as he chews. ]

You just can't get over the vegan thing, can you?

Too much green. It's giving me nightmares.

You scare easier than I thought you would.

Yeah, well.... Hurry up and eat that shit before I cry.

Whatta baby. [She chuckles and continues eating her salad.]

Gross creature. [ Dean looks away, mocking extreme disgust... He was a little disgusted. ]

Says the person eating the flesh of a creature that most likely spent it's short miserable little life in conditions we wouldn't wish on out enemies. Pens so small they can't hardly turn around. Wouldn't want the meat to get tough with something like exercise. And open pastures cut into profit margins so forget fresh air. I mean the best part of that poor cow's life was the day someone put a bolt gun to his head and put him out of his misery.

How's your burger? [She smirks evilly.]

Okay, PETA, calm down. [ Remember that one time that all the Biggersons were contaminated by the Leviathans and you had to head salad? Scary thought. He grinned at her and took the biggest bite of his burger, making all sorts of inappropriate noises ] So good.

[Tennyson just rolls her eyes and snorts before returning to her salad.]

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