You walk through the door to the break room with your home made lunch in hand, Hey~ You definitely made enough to share, right? I flash you my most charming smile and siddle up to you. I place my horrific meal on the table, and look down at your face with a big set of puppy dog eyes. Look, my lunch is totally inedible. It's like an anime scene where the girl who's bad at cooking reveals her lunch and it's leaking purple mist that just screams "toxic waste!" So... you'll feed me, won't you?
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