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[It is Tuesday. You are used to there not being food other than the soup. We all are -- Tuesday soup is a thing. You're used to fending for yourselves on Tuesdays, and only coming by for coffee or tea or your favorite sugar-free carbonated beverage. But for some reason, today, the drink station is empty. No coffee pots. No soda cans. No milk or tea or juice. All that's there are these:
They're heated on little racks, and cooling in the ice bins. There is (possibly as an afterthought) one cooler on the counter that's dripping something red; should you investigate, it's full of these... they're microwave safe!
Perhaps the vampires will be pleased... but this herpes monster is holding a bag of questionable green goo, and he doesn't look very amused.]
I don't even.... zombies bleed red.
They're heated on little racks, and cooling in the ice bins. There is (possibly as an afterthought) one cooler on the counter that's dripping something red; should you investigate, it's full of these... they're microwave safe!
Perhaps the vampires will be pleased... but this herpes monster is holding a bag of questionable green goo, and he doesn't look very amused.]
I don't even.... zombies bleed red.