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You finish off that imp in the kitchen and you get a little more build grist. You then remember your cat food that you captchalogued a while ago. You took it out and then ate it. Whatever hunger you could've possibly had, after the fish and the ice cream, turns to fullness. You don't like cat food very much. I mean, you'll eat it if you're hungry and there's nothing else to eat, but you don't like eating it most of the time.
Perhaps it's a tradition that started with your grandmother. She, your father, and your mother, all dislike cat food. And I'm not talking about food that cats eat, I'm talking about kibble from purina. You HATE Purina. They're both too crunchy at some times, and at other times, they're too wet. You like a moist cat food that's not too chrunchy or too wet (when you eat cat food). It's a tradition that goes back to your grandmother's first life when she was the family's cat for a company that rivaled Purina. Yes, that's it, the family was of the bakery baroness, Betty Crocker.
Betty Crocker, the company that the woman by the same name created, manufactures and distributes lots of products. They range from cakes to hamburgers to cereal to, of course, cat food. You aren't a huge fan of Crocker-brand cat food, but you still eat it if needed. Additionally, the company owns a super popular fast-food joint Doctor Monalds (Written: Dr Monalds ; Said: Doc Monalds). You actually like going to Doc Monalds. It serves as both a bastion of good-tasting shitty food at an affordable price, and as a fun place, simply by the fact that there are large play-places at each location that are fun as heck to run around in. Completely unsanitary, but fun as heck. They also make your favourite snack food, Fruit Gushers. You love putting those fruity-flavoured pockets of joy and squishing them betwix your teeth to form a holy matrimony.
The cat food tastes different today. Instead of the expected saltiness and fishiness, you get a sweet and sour taste that is uncharacteristic of cat food. Perhaps today's the day you finally start enjoying catfood.
You leave the room and enter the study room.
More imps. More Grafiti. And More gawking at the stupid hidey-hole that you asked for back in act 1. You deal with the imp- PEW -. You collect the grist - CHACHING blingblingblingblingblingbling -. You don't deal with the grafiti- im meowrage and im cool -. And you gawk at the underused hidey-hole- hahahaha you dont get used na na na boo boo -.
Jack Noir calls you childish and then you remind him that you did just turn 14 like a few hours ago. He says "happy fucking birthday kid". You say thank you in a semi-genuine way, much like the mood a teenager your age would say thanks to their parents. He tells you that he doesn't know how old he is. He tells you that he remembers seeing some humans and monsters working together to build a "stupid fucking triangle" as a vague memory of a memory times a million. You question the validity of his sentiment, but he said it with such conviction that you must believe it to be true, if only a little foggy.
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