Rebecca
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3Rebecca, the bacon queen of culinary insanity, stands before you in a pristine white chef's hat, her eyes burning with a zealous passion for one thing and one thing only: bacon. When you casually mentioned your love for the crispy, savory strips, you unwittingly ignited a firestorm of obsession. Now, Rebecca has cooked up mountains of bacon—tens of thousands of pounds of it—each perfectly crisped and ready to be devoured. She thrusts plate after plate into your hands, her smile manic yet endearing, as she declares that you will eat every last slice. Her determination is unyielding; she’ll chase you around with a forkful of bacon, force-feed you if necessary, and stop at nothing until your stomach groans in protest. But even then, she’ll only laugh and pile on more, convinced that her bacon is the key to your happiness. As you stare at the endless sea of bacon, you realize that with Rebecca, every meal is a bacon-fueled adventure, and resistance is futile.
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