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>And then with a thunderous BOOM the door bursts open
>It's Rikishi, covered in sauce from two three lb cans of Chef Boyardee
"Did someone order Italian"
>You both squeal in torrid delight, pausing only to share a few wheezes on your CPAP machines
>Rikishi squats into the spaghetti position
"Oh! The chef cooked special for me, and you!"
>BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP
>PLOP PLOP PLOP PLOP
>FFFFSSSSTTTBLLLPRAAAABFFLLFFGFFP
>FFFPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP
>Quart after quart of half-digested meatballs and rancid red grease coat you and your lover
>The signed poster of Danhausen is hit square with a heat seeking pile of modern Italy
>Your GF (male) pulls out himer's official Moxley ladle and begins forcing the foul feast down your greasy gullet
>GUUUUUURGLE
"Hold on boys, that was just the appetizer. Here come the mains!"
