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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mandylion" data-source="post: 23554" data-attributes="member: 937">A great hunger arose in Him, on this Eve of Christmas, and steeled for things both horrible and amazing broke the first seal on the box of ice. Woe! Such vitals as had been entombed had, by some evil, formed into shapes that were not to be brought to human mouths. Except for a lone jar of mayo."The Feast for Christmas! What evil molds has turned thee into a bountiful playground of biology students! Yet my hunger is great, and yonder mayo is reserved only for unions with tasty breads as one might find in your finer baking establishments." A blackened soul, garmets rent, teeth gnashing, such a noise was made that day of which children still speak of in whispers.In this pain, from the depths of His heart awakened a longing for the sight of his true love, Florence. She was also better at keeping food fresh...</blockquote>