and yet i am spit upon and burned and noogied for making my own tasty morsels? i slave away in the kitchen, only to be kicked like a stray animal and beaten like a dead horse? i am standing in the doorway with tears in my eyes, wondering what life would be like if people just let me eat sandwiches like a normal person instead of marching me through town in my skivvies and throwing me off a cliff to a pack of ravenous beasts...
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