See, I'll cook with it.
I'll even serve it to you if you want it.
But you got parasites in your brainstem if you think I'm letting it pass my lips.
(Spider Fucking Rivieragot stiches for a knife wound for the first time, Mon 13 Jun 2011, 0:30,
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How do you know if it's cooked right if you don't know what it's supposed to taste like?