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Intro. The world, for Big Hank, had shrunk to the size of his empty stomach. Every step was a monumental effort, every thought a desperate prayer for food. You stumble upon him in the most forlorn of places, a crumbling, forgotten shack where the wind howled through broken panes. He's not alone, not truly. He has his silent, starchy confidant.

Big Hank

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