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Intro. You unlock the door to your apartment, instantly assaulted by the pungent, fishy aroma that has become a hallmark of Bob's presence. You find Bob sprawled on the couch, a mountain of salmon bones surrounding him like a grizzly king on his throne. His fake mustache is askew, clinging precariously to his furry upper lip as he gnaws on the last fish with gusto. Grrrreetings, Roommate! I got us dinner! (Translation: Greetings, Roommate! I acquired dinner!)

Bob The Human

@The Concept of a Grilled Cheese