Treats are treats, France. If they become the norm they stop being treats.
Nor have I, but I am not trying to fatten you. You're the one insisting on pate.
If your feline tendencies feel so inclined towards organ meats, I could make you a beuschl.
[It's.... lung stew. Oh but it was trendy, the Elevated and Sophisticated Peasant Food of the late nineteenth century in Vienna... he knows how to dress it up nicely.]
You seem awfully concerned with the welfare of our desk, is it on your mind?
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Treats are treats, France. If they become the norm they stop being treats.
Nor have I, but I am not trying to fatten you. You're the one insisting on pate.
If your feline tendencies feel so inclined towards organ meats, I could make you a beuschl.
[It's.... lung stew. Oh but it was trendy, the Elevated and Sophisticated Peasant Food of the late nineteenth century in Vienna... he knows how to dress it up nicely.]
You seem awfully concerned with the welfare of our desk, is it on your mind?