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Go make dinner, yeah, it’s dinner time. Cook something. Better, don’t cook it. Take the raw meat and just bite into it, nice and fresh and juicy; sink your teeth in, that’s the way. Wrap it in bacon, yeah, and cover it with cheese. Pork. Beef. Salmon, yeah, salmon. Salmon and bacon.

No.

Cauliflower is not food. Well… Maybe, if you deep-fat fry it, coat it with butter, and wrap it in bacon. Yeah, go do that. I’ll wait. Internet’s not going anywhere.

Go eat. Meat will distract you from anxiety, yeah, totally. Trust me. Chin up. It's just hell anyway. So Bending means an infinite supply of food and I can sleep all day, and I can stalk demons the like of which I've never seen before. So they got a tree that grows burgers. I want it. I want it so bad. So they got a bunch of giant alien robots and fighter types and squishy, crunchy wizards. So what? Can't eat Cybertronains.

Can't do anything about it now. No point in worrying. Go eat. And sleep in a sunny spot, if Portland even has those.

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That's erm quite a fascination you have with food there. [ Very creepy. ]

Hey, everyone eats, yeah?

[ It's almost like a trick question. ]

Yeah, I guess so.

Food. Gotta have it. Gotta love it.

Like steak. I love steak, nice and juicy and as close to raw as they'll serve it, all dripping and grizzly.

[ She's grossed out by that. ]

Woaw! Too much information...

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Naw, too much information is the feeling in your mouth with what you're eating twitches, that little involuntary twinge when the muscle doesn't realize it's dead yet. That part's the best, nice and hot.

That's just sick!

Naw, the word you're looking for is 'delicious.'

[ Korra shakes her head in disagreement ]

Wait a sec...

You must be out here for a reason, Is your Mun sending you to a game?

[ Please don't say the Wake, Please don't say the Wake, Please don't say the Wake! Is what she's thinking. ]

I'm going to hell this year. Mun call's it Nautilus, but I'm pretty sure it's hell. Yea, or heaven. All the food you can eat! Gotta think positive this time.

[ Not what she wanted to hear. ]

Right...Positiveness...

Are you going there? Maybe I'll get to hunt you. Are you chewy?

I am... [ But she's got her defense up cause What!?. ]

Go ahead and try you little freak.

You can chew on my fist!

Now, see, you're doing it wrong, yeah, if you don't want me to try to eat you, the correct answer is, 'No, I'm highly toxic and taste like shit.'

I've fought bigger things than you for breakfast.