Sunday Night In The Kitchen

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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Yes, I am flattered, but not enough to spare you, little shit, a roach of any colour smells, and looks just as disgusting, do not, please, try to persuade or sway opinion of the community, no way, we need to do away with scum like you. I realise that your own taste was similar to that of mine, but no regret and no delay, I smacked the living daylights, yes, it is trite, but nonetheless, you were quite dead when I was done and never will partake of mine, the breaded veal in cutlet morsels it's all for me and not for you. But, trust me little motherfucker, I do believe from observation, that you were full and satisfied, from that one piece that I found missing. I would not want, it is the truth, let any enemy of mine go out in style but fiercely hungry.

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