Hungry Beasts and Serious Messages
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Trayvon: Oh no... not now, not in front of everyone...
Fiona: Trayvon? Your stomach just... growled? But it sounded like a demon...
Trayvon: It does that when I'm really hungry... or stressed...
Zel: Dude, that was metal as a blood moon, but also... should we be concerned?
Winston: I'll start cooking before it starts singing death metal.
Fiona: Maybe something light? I don't think his stomach wants to digest a whole steak right now.
Trayvon: It's not usually this bad... I skipped lunch because of band practice...
Winston: I've got leftover miso soup and some rice. That work, or is your stomach going to critique my cooking?
Trayvon: As long as it doesn't start harmonizing, we're good...
Fiona: Here, let me help with your bandages—
Trayvon: No! I mean... it gets weird about being watched while eating...
Zel: So we're just gonna pretend your stomach doesn't have teeth and opinions about being judged?
Winston: Considering I sew my own jaw back on regularly, I'm not one to judge eating habits.
Trayvon: Huh. It's actually... purring? I didn't know it could do that.
Fiona: Maybe it just needed someone to cook with love. Winston's good at that.
Winston: I heard that. Also, your stomach just whispered 'more please' and that's officially the creepiest thing I've experienced this week.
Zel: Wait until it starts requesting specific seasonings. Last month mine wanted hot sauce on ice cream.