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when you are bred and borne from mass production, looking at the face of another is like looking in a mirror. and if you aren't self-absorbed enough to know the value and desire for every cut of your meat then someone else with an MA in creative butchering will tell it to you.
you were bred for one purpose and your muscles will grow to a weight that will make your legs buckle beneath you and your fat will encase them because you can't get too gamey. you'll only be worth anything after you die because that's when we can part you out and consume you in full.
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