Fun Fact: (Y/N) genuinely doesn't know if Watson is a hawk or a falcon. Nor do they care, tbh. It's still a bastar—AND I OFFICIALLY HC CATER TO BE CANADIAN EHHHHHHHHH🇨🇦🇨🇦🔥💪💪💪🥶🥶🥶💯💯💯💯💯💯
In a secluded corner of the hit restaurant, Chicken Breast, sat a stressed worker reading over their Biology notes."Nahhh, god really fucked up with this one," I muttered to myself, staring at a diagram of a Planarian[1] with wide eyes. "Is that a dick????"
No, its the pharynx, said my notes.
AKA the tube(?) that sucks up food and ejects waste.
"Talking shit but literally," I grumbled, shutting my book of notes in order to contemplate my life. "Why am I closer related to that than a Jellyfish?"
Thankfully my phone buzzed from a message, saving me from painful philosophies and potential capital offences.
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CATER sent (2) messages!
[Cater is online!]CATER
LETS HANV OUTCATER
HANG OUT[(Y/N) is online!]
(Y/N)
BRO YOU JUST SAVED ME THERE(Y/N)
AND YES WE CAN HANG OUT(Y/N)
I JUST GOTTA CLOSE UP THE RESTAURANT EARLY SO IT'LL BE LIKE HALF AN HOUR???(Y/N)
Unless you wanna eat some chicken breast 🍗
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