Oh, it's delicious. This oval is great. I'll eat about five more bags.

Eat. And I'll make up my mind. Get your face! Something's sad about me...

Potatoes changed from thin salty to consommé. The brown yellow one. That makes the road to the giant one straighten.

"Often, you eat, I'm going to parsley. Is there any hope?

"I need something to calm down and be mediocre, or unbiased,"

"Something tells me you're having a difficult time. But I won't give up!

Something's burning hot, letting Calci Rust in a gutsy pose slander you no matter what you buy. Me taking into account something like that.

Well, that's okay if it's acceptable, isn't it? I wonder if I have such a boring date.

Calcirust must have woken up the brain circuit to madness.

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