That's right folks, it's now time to see how exactly Ten Years on the the Love BoatGood Ship LollipopGilligan's Island Stacy has gone by for your characters.
Anwei didn't really think a lot about tastes, anymore. Her years of virtuous self-denial had really paid off: she couldn't remember the taste of fresh plums, or the smell of warm grass, or the sight of real blue skies.
Anwei shrugged back. "Well they told Medical, come up with human muscle that's omni-transplantable. So we did. And we store it, and then the stores need to be rotated. Should I just let Stacy take them away? I bet she turns them into slop anyway. That is, if she doesn't eat them herself."
Another steaming skewer for Karis. "So what I got, I share."
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Or maybe that was just age creeping up on her.
"Seconds?"
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She was starting to hate the ship. Well. Not starting.
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Another steaming skewer for Karis. "So what I got, I share."