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Bullshovic Donkeykick
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Lance took a deep and satisfying breath, as if he hadn't tasted air in a while, and opened his eyes from his prayer. Things seemed brighter now, much more alive and vibrant. God had a way of lifting Lance up. He didn't care about anyone else but Lance, while at the same time caring just as much for everyone else as He did for Lance. It was a strange thing to ponder, love as deep as the Fathers. Even so, it was soothing to his injured and maimed soul. It tended to every rip and tear that it had suffered in his life, repairing it with a soft and careful care. It reminded him of his purpose in life. That he HAD a purpose in life. To do good to others, rather than himself. To stop being so selfish by weeping over his lost family, and to take action instead; by caring for and protecting others who had lost loved ones as well.
Grabbing his spoon like a knife, Lance eyeballed the steaming potion of carbohydrates that sat before him. Taking in every detail, he speared the soup and quickly drew a bite into his mouth. Closing his eyes with a deep and profound satisfaction, he began to make nummy sounds.....in a very loud, and embarrassing way. Lost in flavor, Lance accelerated his eating pace, wolfing down bite after bite with the table manners of a barbarian. Finally, taking a break for air, Lance gasped as he downed his last mouthful. Looking at Alice, he threw up a heartily supportive "thumbs up". Without a word, he continued to devour the meal, filling his pitifuly empty stomach with sorely needed nutrients.
Grabbing his spoon like a knife, Lance eyeballed the steaming potion of carbohydrates that sat before him. Taking in every detail, he speared the soup and quickly drew a bite into his mouth. Closing his eyes with a deep and profound satisfaction, he began to make nummy sounds.....in a very loud, and embarrassing way. Lost in flavor, Lance accelerated his eating pace, wolfing down bite after bite with the table manners of a barbarian. Finally, taking a break for air, Lance gasped as he downed his last mouthful. Looking at Alice, he threw up a heartily supportive "thumbs up". Without a word, he continued to devour the meal, filling his pitifuly empty stomach with sorely needed nutrients.