Anger.

[xp_angel]

Bobbi promised me a home cooked dinner. Something with love. Something foreign. Something that would fill me with warm, happy feelings.

What the fuck is this?

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It is a proper noun! It's the name of the company. We plebeians rely on Kraft because we can't get organic non-GMO gluten-free imported free trade vegan triple-caff soy cheese, or whatever it is you keep in your fridge.

[xp_angel]

I have many cheeses in my fridge. I could have made an exquisite, velvety macaroni and cheese, something that would make your tastebuds sing at the sheer delight.

But I got this. Hm.

[xp_eriment]

Mmm Velveeta.

[xp_angel]

Damnit, now I want real macaroni and cheese. When's your lunch break? Let's go find some.

[xp_eriment]

lol can you get to Bayville in 5 minutes?

[xp_angel]

Seeing as I'm stalking you, yes.

Let's go. You're buying.