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“Now i have to make a magical phone that the phone gods bestowed upon me. I can calculate how many hours and moons it will take me to make a phone such as tha- that.
Don’t make chicken and i’m happy. Bland foods are not my interest after all. A man’s gotta eat and they have to have flavor.”
“Don’t worry. I can make some steak if that’s what you want. I can season it too. I’m a pretty good cook I think. Right, Dana?”
“Yeah, she’s pretty good. I haven’t had’a bad meal here.” “I’m not a restaurant, Dana,” Elise said, an annoyed look on her face.
















