Possibly he had been raised within an orphanage? Or by wolves? Or by hamsters? Needs to be hamsters…they shop chewed meals inside their cheeks, appropriate?
We ate in silence while I imagined an animated Disney scene where cute, anthropomorphized woodland animals sang to a young Antonio about the importance of rationing. Well, to be clear: we consumed, while Antonio practiced some form that is odd of bulimia. We viewed with eyes wide as my date took four more bites, and consequentially eliminated FOUR MORE chunks of chewed steak them to his bread plate from him mouth, and then moved. We stared at their bowl of masticated meat, and discovered I'd to state one thing.
We place my fork down, crossed my fingers and cleared my neck, showing that I intended company.