If I had to keep track of people in these restaurant/bar scenes I’d have gone insane. Thankfully the Gourmet Bandit is easy to ignore. He’s just always there, in the back. He used to sit on the counter with everyone but his plates took up so much space and people complained. Now he’s far away, where he can barely hear people and would have to shout to join in on discussions. Such is the lonely life, but he’s dedicated to his role.
Fruit Incest
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Or perhaps they don’t want to interrupt his meal and it’s actually a cycle of being left out due to manners.
The sacrifice is well worth the ability to wear a lobster bib at all times.