bakerstreet

hunger makes a man desperate

saying you like my food won't actually hurt you.

neither will denying it
when's dinner?

when i make it. is this the desperate hungry man you were talking about?

absolutely not
if I go into the galley, how many half-finished but probably edible things will I find before you show up to stop me?

zero because i know you're not starving and i'm not letting you stick your dirty fingers around the food before i prepare it.

I washed my hands

Edited 2023-09-15 22:13 (UTC)

dirty and a liar.

just because you keep your hands in your pockets all day doesn't make them clean.

except i know the concept of a daily bath and a sink, unlike you.

bowls of soup or stew don't count as bath and sink, waiter.

i don't wash my hands with the food. only an idiot like you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

also not a waiter.

you should be proud of what you are. every food place needs waiters.

i'm not here to wait on you. i'm here to feed you.

and kick your ass if i have to.

I don't see a difference.
in your dreams.

there's a huge difference.
and my dreams are filled with beautiful women, not you.

spoken like a man who knows there's none.
and here you almost had me convinced you have taste.

i have the highest quality taste. in both food and women.
dreaming of you would leave me with no taste whatsoever.

and yet here you are, waiting on people who would eat peanut bars for breakfast, no woman interested in you in sight.