Managed to eat 71 slices of spoiled cheese before vomiting uncontrollably for two hours, questioning how he still had anything left to vomit after the first thirty minutes.
Made me a sandwich, took a plane, and delivered it to my doorstep. Sadly the sandwich had gone bad, and Barbas didn't purchase a return ticket, so now he's sitting on my lawn.
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