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The waiter slides a steaming plate of deep-fried gem-encrusted soy across the table. "Enjoy your slop, sir," he sneers, his jaw hanging slightly open as he points a trembling finger at the wall where a framed portrait of a sobbing Wojak hangs. I stab a fork into the gray mass, the grease pooling into the shape of a leering face, and take a bite that tastes like pure, unadulterated content. Claude.
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