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>you've decided to treat yourself by planning an extra-special dinner for the weekend
>decide to cook a bacon-wrapped steak with some barbecue ribs on the side
>heat up some leftover turducken
>the scent of seared meat eventually reaches Morrissey down the hall, causing him to violently gag
>"I can smell... I can smell BURNING flesh, and I hope to God it's human."