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Mark and I were on our way to a newly opened restaurant named
Ugh.
We finally arrived at
We were the only ones there.
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Then a small guy with super neat hair and a thin mustache came over and greeted us.
Django led us to our table. I gotta admit, the place was pretty neat.
I looked over the menu and was quite shocked. What kinds of names are these?
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I hoped it
Then I spotted Django walking towards us, a silver tray in hand.
I examined the pasta. It looked normal. Normal pasta, normal sauce?
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A strong feeling swept over me. I became overjoyed. It was as if all the love in the world flooded my mouth and danced around my tongue.
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I was about to take another bite when I saw something disturbing. It was round. I poked it with my fork and closely examined it.
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I threw the fork away from me in terror.
Django was right. This is the most exotic restaurant here. My pasta had an eye.
I started thinking. Should I continue eating? But it was
I searched my pasta for another piece of that meat.
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I saw another chunk. I ate it and it sent me to ecstasy one more time.
What could this be? I wondered.
I took a sip. And it felt real good.
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I had to ask Django what it was.
Oh.
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Mark was shaking violently.
Django continued,
I nearly wet my pants. Mark did.
I took the knife and aimed it at the sick bastard.
We had no choice. I ate every human finger, eye, and other body parts in my pasta. Mark cried as he ate the tenderloin.
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After finishing the sick meal, we sat in silence.
Django came back carrying another tray.
The next thing we saw was a male human head, served on a silver platter.
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"Enjoy."
I began to eat the brown eyes. Django suggested we should try the tongue.
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Then the head was opened. We needed to eat the brain. Then the skin. Everything.
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