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[messy]

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week zero, saturday.

[messy]

[WHY IS THE CAFETERIA FOOD SO BLAND... she grabbed one of the to-go receptacles and now she is full of regret, slowly chewing her food.]

Okay, well, consider all the joy of living officially drained out of me. You'd think a shipping company would have access to spices, of all things.

[murdergate]

[ FLAVORLESS. UNPLEASANT. mouthfeel??? rotten. low quality. nodd needs to find a chef recruit and appeal to them. ]

I can say for a fact that monasteries provide better grub.

[ nodd sits at one of the long tables, hating on his barely touched food. ]

[messy]

It's making Arkham feel like the Ritz, too.

[MISERABLY. she flicks a pea halfway across the room, frowning.]

What's the point of having fancy space toilets if the food ain't half as good when it's coming in than when it's coming out?

[murdergate]

[ arkham and ritz are foreign words, but the lady's tone says it all.

nodd snorts. okay, she's funny. ]

Don't worry about the fancy space toilets. I doubt they'll last the week.

[messy]

[she wiggles her hand back and forth, like, ehhhhh.]

If you ask me, those overengineered fuckers are gonna outlive us all. You can't even get the toilet seat off of them.

[murdergate]

In that case, it doesn't actually matter what food they give us. Pragmatically.

[ stone-faced.]

[messy]

Well, then I hope they don't mind the bomb that's gonna drop out of our asses if they keep feeding us this crap.

[murdergate]

[ i lack the icon, need to play more BG3 for screenshots. but he fucking cackles. disgusting. ]

This convinced me. I'll stick with the vending machines unless our culinary luck changes.