>>937374737Eustace screamed, โItโs all one guy!
Each thread, each log, the same damned sty!โ
His eyes were red, his fists were tight,
He hadnโt slept a wink all night.
โThey mock me with their steaming prose!
Their creamy craft! Their Taco blows!โ
But deep inside, beneath the hate,
His stomach growled, heโd taken bait.
He cursed the logs, the art, the flair...
Yet dreamed of tasting Andyโs fare.
For fury hides what hunger knows:
We want the things we wonโt disclose.