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Survivor

Ah. I already knew that.

It cannot be opened.

Perhaps there is a way to unlock it.

There's nothing to wrap.

Maybe later. My hands are covered in cooking oil.

I cannot do that.

I think I'm safe now.

Agh! Bats!

I don't recognize this place.

Deed of Home Ownership

It is dark here.

I am triumphant!

I hope this feeling lasts forever...

I shall have to attempt that again.

The honeymakers are upon me!

The vessel is damaged...

Oh no... I can't die on an empty stomach!

Into the soup!

Ouch! Damnable thing!

Charred...

I believe I could repair that.

What the devil!

Gah! I do believe something bit me!

I'm... getting freezerburn...

Oh. I believe it broke.

I was going to make you into a beautiful dinner!

I am lacking the required ingredients.

I've been lightly spritzed.

I do not like that sound one bit!

Ah, I feel better now.

The dinner hour approaches.

Not very palatable.

A bit dry.

Magnifique!

Clearly inedible.

Aarg! My stomach...

Delectable!

Blech. Completely lacking in every way.

I'd prefer some variety.

So bland.

I want to eat something different.

I can't stand this food.

Enough already!

Blech! Why did I allow that to cross my lips?

That was past its best-by date...

Tres magnifique!

I'm frankly offended by the mere suggestion.

Darkness, darkness.

A new day comes with the dawning light.

It fell apart in my hands!

Freeeeeeee!