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 | Here's your meal, sir. That will be eight dollars. | |
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| Tsk tsk. Look at all that food. Gluttony is a sin, my dear. | |
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| Well yes, but you ordered this food. It's not for me. Eight dollars, please. | |
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| You needn't make excuses, my dear. I think it would be best if you took that food and just got rid of it. | |
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| Sir, the manager called again. If you order food you need to pay for it. You can't keep doing this. | |
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| God works in mysterious ways my son. | |
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