[swills my gender around in a wine glass] a fine vintage. do i detect a hint of goth
waiter: please let me go home you have imprisoned me within this joke format and i wish to see my family again
[takes a sip] hm... powerful butch flavours with grunge undertones....
waiter: oh god. do my family even exist. did you make them up for this joke. did you make me up. what happens now
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