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The thing about being around for over two thousand years is that you just get so sick of sandwiches. It seems like any time he washes up on the shore of a strange and wondrous rising civilization, they’re just in the throes of discovering that hey–mash up some of that grain there, heat it, shit, put a little meat between two halves and whoop de doo! WONDER FOOD. Pita, gyro, taco, sushi, y’know, fucking loaves and fishes. It’s all the same.

It makes him want to stab somebody, which is of course what got him here in the first place.