A'ight, a'ight. Fine. She's a saint. A perfectly good woman that's probably never done a bad thing in her life.
[She rolls her eyes and snags up a piece of the fried calamari. She turns it over before popping it in her mouth and chewing slowly. Her expression quickly changes to a scowl, grossed out by the rubbery texture. She quickly grabs up her napkin and spits the calamari into it.] Oh barf, gross.
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[She rolls her eyes and snags up a piece of the fried calamari. She turns it over before popping it in her mouth and chewing slowly. Her expression quickly changes to a scowl, grossed out by the rubbery texture. She quickly grabs up her napkin and spits the calamari into it.] Oh barf, gross.