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... fing the air.
"MEAT IS MEAT," he roared, his voice shaking loose rocks from the ceiling. "BUT THIS MEAT IS SAD. IT TASTES LIKE DUST AND REGRET. I REQUIRE FRESH MEAT. BLOODY MEAT."
Saburo, seeing his chance to contribute, pushed himself off the wall.
"Indeed!" he declared, his voice full of a dramatic fervor that was completely unearned. "A warrior’s soul is fueled by the quality of his sustenance! We require a feast worthy of our station! A banquet of champions!"
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