A man who has lived countless lives through wars, pandemics, and extinctions sits at a rain-soaked food stall drinking bottomless beer while telling his story to the quiet owner — only to learn the owner is the Angel of Death, who has been cooking for him in every lifetime as his grandmother, a stranger, a daughter, and more. Each chapter of his life review is anchored by a dish that carried him through catastrophe, and his search for one forgotten taste drives him toward the final revelation: the first meal he ever had, sour and fed to him by Death himself in his very first life. When he finally remembers and refuses another drink, the cycle seems broken — until Chapter 11 reveals the truth: Death wasn’t just serving him, but saving him for himself, and the man steps into a kaldero of pork sinigang as the last ingredient, becoming the next course for Death’s stall, where the next lost soul is already sitting down to order.
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00:19Bottomless, a story in ten courses, a man a thousand lives, and the angel of death who
00:28cooked. Chapter One, The Stall. Present day, somewhere raining. Beer plus pork synagogue.
00:38The beer is warm. I notice on the third sip, because the fourth sip is already in my mouth.
00:47That's the problem with me. I swallow before I taste. The stall has two stools, one for me.
00:56The other's been empty since I sat down, but it's wet, like someone just left. The tin roof
01:06sounds like it's being chewed by the rain. The single bulb has a halo of dead insects stuck to it.
01:15They didn't die flying. They died landing. The owner doesn't ask what I want. He already poured
01:24a San Miguel. The glass is sweating, but the beer isn't cold. Nothing here is the temperature it
01:34should be. Rough night, he asks. His voice sounds like mine will in thirty years, if I get them.
01:44His hands are wrong. Too many knuckles. Too few lines. Like he learned how hands work by watching,
01:54not by having them. I laugh. It comes out rusty. Rough life. Lives. Plural. He nods. His eyes are wet.
02:09Not with tears. Not with tears. With steam. Start talking. Beers on the house. I drink. The sour hits me
02:21after I swallow. Like a memory. And I'm in Poland. 1918. Flashback. Bapsha slams pierogi on the table.
02:34Spanish flu took my father. The walls are sweating kerosene. Her fingers smell like lie and grief.
02:44When she shoves a dumpling in my mouth. You eat or you join him. She hisses. Her teeth are too
02:54white.
02:55Too many. I eat. I live. He stays dead. The pierogi sit in my stomach. Like stones for eighty years.
03:08Present. Present. Pierogi kept me alive. I tell the owner. But I never tasted them. Just swallowed.
03:18He lifts the lid off a pot. The steam that rolls out smells like fever. And my mother's hair.
03:26Pork cinagon. The broth is clouded. Things float in it. I can't name.
03:35Tamarind sour enough to make my jaw ache. In a phantom body.
03:40Kang Kong wilted. Like drowned fingers. Pork belly with the skin still on.
03:47Pale and soft. Try tasting this one. He says. His smile doesn't move his eyes. This time,
03:57chew. I do. The sour makes my eyes water. And I'm gone again.
04:05Recipe. Babsha's Pierogi. 1918. Dough. Two cups flour. One egg. Half cup warm water. A pinch of salt.
04:16Knead until your knuckles. Remember you're dead. Rest thirty minutes. Filling three large potatoes,
04:26boiled plus mashed. One cup farmer's cheese. One fried onion. Salt. Pepper. Roll thin. Cut circles.
04:39Stuffy. Seal with wet fingers. Boil until they float like bodies. Pan fry in butter. Until the edges blister.
04:51Death's note. Feed it to someone who wants to die. If they ask for seconds, they've changed their mind.
05:00If they don't, you did your job. Chapter two. The bomb shelter. Tokyo, 1945. Beer plus miso udon.
05:13The beer has no head. No bubbles. It sits in the glass, like a dead eye. The shelter smells like
05:23everyone else's piss and my fear. I'm nineteen. The man next to me is cooking over a flame made of
05:34broken
05:34furniture. He's not looking at the door. He's looking at me like he's been waiting. Miso udon. He makes it
05:45with water from a canteen that has someone else's name on it. The tofu is gray. He serves it in
05:54a helmet.
05:55Eat, he says. His Japanese is perfect. So is mine, suddenly. I didn't speak it before the bomb started.
06:07The broth is salt and something else. Ironed. He's bleeding from the mouth when he smiles.
06:16For strength, he says. You'll need it for the next one. The beam comes down. He's under it. I'm not,
06:27because I leaned forward to slurp. His blood is in my noodles. I finish them anyway.
06:36Present. He knew my name, I say. No one had told him. The owner wipes a glass. That's already clean.
06:46His rag comes away red. I always know your name, he says. I'm the one who writes it down.
06:56Recipe. Shelter miso udon. Broth. Four cups water. One tablespoon miso paste. One piece kombu.
07:07If the city isn't on fire. If it is, use ash. Add udon, tofu, green onion, and whatever blood is
07:18handy.
07:18The oils serve in something that used to protect a head. Death's note. If you share it, one of you
07:28dies.
07:30That's the tax. Pay it.
07:40The beer tastes like the dust on my tongue. Or the dust on my tongue tastes like the beer. At
07:53this point,
07:53they're the same. I'm eight. My mother stirs ugali with a stick. Her arm is so thin, I can see
08:04the bone
08:04move. The pot is too big. Or she's too small. The ugali is for five children. There are two of
08:15us left.
08:15Just give me ugali. And water like I'm in prison, I tell her. I mean it to be funny. Her
08:25face doesn't move.
08:27She serves me a lump. It's hot in my hand. It's all we have. I eat it. I taste nothing.
08:38Three months later,
08:39I die with it still in my stomach. They find it when they cut me open. The doctor says he
08:48was full.
08:49He was wrong. I was never full. Present. I was a shit kid, I tell death. Death is stirring a
09:00pot
09:00that isn't there. I was her, he says. I made it bland. Bland stays down.
09:10Spiced comes up. I needed you to last. Until the fever took you. It was kinder. His eye twitches.
09:20Or maybe it's a fly. Recipe. Ugali for the end of the world. One cup cornmeal. Two cups water. Boiled.
09:33Rain cornmeal in. While stirring with a branch. Stir until your arm gives out. Or the dough fights back.
09:42Serve with your shadow. Death's note. If you dream of stew while eating it, you'll live one more day.
09:51If you don't dream, I'll see you soon. Chapter 4. The Lockdown. Rome 2020. Beer plus Cacio y Pepe.
10:03The beer is cold. Too cold. Like it was in a morgue. Marsha is crying while grating cheese.
10:13Her gnaw gnaw died. On an iPad. The screen is still on. Facing the wall. She's making Cacio y Pepe.
10:24Because it's all we have. The cheese seizes. The pasta turns to glue. It looks like brain matter.
10:34Eat, she begs. Her eyes are red. Not from crying. From the same thing that took her.
10:43I eat. It's awful. I say it's perfect. The lie tastes better than the food. We fuck on the floor
10:54after.
10:55Because death makes you desperate. We can hear the ambulances counting. She's dead in two weeks.
11:04I count the ambulances for her. Present. Why do you keep saving me? I ask death.
11:13I'm tired. Death cracks pepper into an empty pot. The smell makes me sneeze. I'm not saving you,
11:23he says. I'm marinating you. You're not ready. Ready for what? He doesn't answer. The pepper settles
11:34like ash. Plague cacio e pepe. 200g spaghetti. One cup pecorino. Two teaspoon black pepper.
11:48Water from the tap. If it still runs. Boil pasta. In another pan. Toast pepper until the kitchen smells
11:58like a funeral. Mix. If it clumps. You did it right. Plague food isn't supposed to be smooth.
12:09Death's note. Best eaten while listening to sirens. Each one is someone who didn't get to eat.
12:18Chapter 5. The Refugee Fire. Some Border 2037. Beer plus Maggie noodles. The beer tastes like smoke
12:30and old satellites. The girl is 10. The fire is made of a barbie house. She has Maggie. She doesn't
12:41cook it.
12:42She crushes it in the bag. Adds water from a bottle with a UN logo and shakes. The masala dust
12:52gets under my
12:53nails. It won't wash off for three lives. We eat it raw. It cuts our gums. We bleed into the
13:03bag and eat
13:05that too. Waste nothing. Delicious. She asks. She's missing a tooth. Best thing I've ever had. I say.
13:17It's true. Because it's the last thing. The drones don't hum. They sigh. Then the world goes white.
13:27Present. Present. Did she make it? I ask. Death shakes his head. Not no. Just not. I was her.
13:40I wanted to taste it. One last time. Before I did my job. You made it taste like childhood. Thank
13:50you for
13:51that. His teeth are too small for his mouth. When he smiles. Recipe. End times Maggie Bell. One packet Maggie.
14:03Do not cook. Rage is the heat. Crush. Add masala. Add water, tears, or blood. Shake. Eat with the person
14:16you'll never see again. Death's note. If you have two packets, bury one. It's for the version of you
14:25that makes it. Chapter 6. The Last Harvest. Luzon, Philippines. 2081. Beer plus adobo plus fried egg.
14:38The beer tastes like my daughter's name. I can't say it out loud.
14:44The sky is the color of a bruise. Aya, 12. Kills the last chicken. She doesn't flinch.
14:55She learned that from me. I hate that she learned that from me. She makes adobo. No recipe. Just memory.
15:06Sawy vinegar, garlic, bay leaf. She uses too much vinegar. Because she likes to see me wince. The egg yolk
15:16breaks over the rice. It's the same color as the sun used to be. Pa eat. For tomorrow. There is
15:27no tomorrow.
15:28We both know. I eat anyway. So she can pretend she saved me. Present. I can't speak. The vinegar is
15:41in my eyes.
15:42I was her, death says. He's not apologizing. I needed you to know what it feels like to be fed
15:51by someone
15:52who's already mourning you. So you'd recognize it here. He pushes the synagogue closer. This is what she
16:02would have made. If we'd had tamarind. Sour. Because goodbye is. Recipe. Aya's last adobo. One chicken.
16:15The last one. Half cup soy sauce. Half cup vinegar. Head of garlic. Crushed with a rock. Bay leaves from
16:26a tree
16:26that's now ash. Simmer until the meat remembers. It was alive. Fry an egg. Break the yolk. Death's note.
16:38Cook this when the world is ending. It won't stop it. But it will make it honest. Chapter 7. The
16:48Bunker.
16:49Colorado. 2102. Beer plus can chili. The beer is flat. No earth, no fizz. Just existence. We're four.
17:04The can says chili. The contents are brown. We agreed not to ask what kind of meat. We eat it
17:14with our
17:14fingers. The nails are gone. We ate those in 2099. One of us, I think it was me, says, tastes
17:26like baseball.
17:27We laugh. The sound is awful. Like raccoons dying. But it's a laugh. The first one in three years.
17:38We remember sun. We remember crowds. We remember being bored. God to be bored again. We go to sleep.
17:50The generator fails. We don't wake up. It's the gentlest death I get. Present. Who laughed first.
18:00I ask. Me, death says. Always me. Someone has to give you permission. To stop being brave. His laugh now
18:13is the
18:14same. Raccoons. Dying. I join him. The stall shakes. Recipe, bunker chili. One can. No label.
18:27No god. No god. Open. Don't heat. Heat is a memory. Divide by survivors. Eight. If you laugh,
18:41you live a little longer. If you don't, you don't. Death's note. Season with a lie. Tastes like home.
18:50Home is gone. The lie isn't. Chapter 8. The colony ship. En route to Kepler. 2190. Beer plus algae bread.
19:05The beer tastes like the water we piss. And drink. And piss again. The cycle. I'm 90. The ship is
19:16200 years
19:17from anywhere. We grow algae in tubes. It's green. We bake it. It's green. We eat it. We're green.
19:29The child born here touches my hand. His skin is translucent. He's never seen an animal. What was food
19:40like? He asks. On earth. I take my ration. Toast it on a pipe. Until it's almost the color of
19:52regret. Close
19:53your eyes. I say. This is toast. With butter. Butter was animal fat. From a happy animal. That we killed.
20:05He eats. What's happy. I die before I answer. He names his son. After a food he never tasted. Present.
20:19I lied to a child. I say. You gave him a ghost. Death says. Ghosts are all we have left.
20:28I was him,
20:29by the way. I wanted to know what you tell me. His eyes are black. No pupils. Just deep space.
20:41Recipe Kepler
20:42toast. Algae block. Radiation. Toast. Until it stops being green. And starts being lost. Serve with a story.
20:54The story is the butter. Death's note. All food is memory. When you run out of food. Run out of
21:05memory.
21:06Then you run out. Chapter nine. The void. Heat death year unknown. Beer plus nothing. The beer tastes like the
21:17color. After black. I'm last. Universe is a thin broth. With no noodles. No stars. No synagogue.
21:30Just me. On a rock that isn't a rock. Holding a packet of coffee from when time was a thing.
21:39No water.
21:40No mouth. No mouth. I don't drink. I don't need to. I remember all of it. Pierogi. Udon. Ugali. Adobo.
21:53Maggi.
21:55Chili. Algae. The sour of the first synagogue. It's all in me. I'm fat with ghosts. I'm not hungry.
22:07I'm not anything. Present. Was that the end? I whisper. My voice has no air. Death is finally my age.
22:20Finally looks tired. That was the first time you didn't ask for more. You were full of endings.
22:29The bulb above us pops. Dark. His eyes are the only light. Chapter ten. The house special. Now. Beer plus
22:43pork
22:43synagogue. Plus the first meal. The beer is bottomless. It was always bottomless. The glass is just for show.
22:54I'm done. Ten lives. Ten times. He cooked for me. Ten times. I didn't say thank you. Ten times. He
23:07had too many teeth when he smiled.
23:09I'm missing one. I say. The first taste. Before I learned to lie. Death pushes the bowl forward.
23:20Sinigong. The steam doesn't rise. It falls. Like it's heavier than air. The pork belly is pale. The kangkong looks
23:31like it was drowned slowly. The broth is cloudy with fat and secrets. On the house, he says. His voice
23:42is my mother's. And my daughter's. And the soldier's.
23:47Last one. I eat. The awesome hits my tongue. And goes straight through me. Through every life. Through every bone
24:00I've ever had. It's tamarind and time. And I'm sorry. It's so sour. I see sound. Flashback first life. No
24:12cave. No fire. Just dark and wet.
24:17I'm being born. Wrong end first. I'm dying already. A woman thing. With my eyes holds me. She doesn't have
24:30words yet. She has her mouth.
24:33She chews a root. She chews a root. And some fruit. And a piece of something that used to run.
24:40She spits it into my mouth. It's sour and warm and alive. She's not feeding me. She's keeping me.
24:50She's death. She's death. And this is her first shift. I'm her first customer. I'm back. The synagogue is cold.
25:02Or I am. That's it, I say. No tears. I used them all up in 2081.
25:12Sour. Sour. Because the first thing you taste is leaving a body. And it hurts. Death nods. His face is
25:23all of them now. Flipping fast.
25:26Grandmother. Grandmother. Soldier. Mother. Daughter. Child. Me.
25:30You've been chasing the aftertaste for a million years. He says.
25:36You kept ordering beer. To wash it out.
25:40But awesome is the point.
25:43Life without it. Is just water.
25:46He stands.
25:47The stool he was.
25:50On isn't a stool.
25:52It's a tombstone.
25:54My name is on it.
25:56All my names.
25:58You done.
26:00He asks.
26:01I look at the glass.
26:03Still full.
26:05The beer is black now.
26:07Like the void.
26:09Like the pupil of the universe.
26:13Yeah, I say.
26:14I'm good.
26:15I'm so fucking full.
26:19Death smiles.
26:20His teeth are mine.
26:23He's been using them.
26:25Good, he says.
26:27I'm closing up.
26:29Health code.
26:31Cut to.
26:33No hospital.
26:35No battlefield.
26:37Just a kitchen.
26:39At 3 a.m.
26:41A pot of synagogue on the stove.
26:44Still warm.
26:46A San Miguel.
26:47Unopened.
26:49Sweating on the counter.
26:51A note.
26:52Don't reheat it.
26:53It's better sour.
26:55Somewhere a baby wails.
26:58First hunger.
27:00First life.
27:02Death ties on his apron.
27:04He's got work.
27:06He hopes this one orders the synagogue first.
27:11Saves a lot of time.
27:14End.
27:15Recipe.
27:16The first meal.
27:18Death's synagogue for the end.
27:20One kilogram's pork belly.
27:24Get it with skin.
27:26Skin remembers.
27:28Twelve fresh tamarind.
27:30Or a packet if the world ended.
27:33Make it sour.
27:35If your eyes don't water, you're not done.
27:39Two tomatoes.
27:41One onion.
27:42Two green chilies.
27:44Radish.
27:45String beans.
27:46Okra.
27:47Cancong.
27:48Or whatever grows in the cracks of your apocalypse.
27:53Fish sauce.
27:55Water.
27:56The patience of someone who's watched you die ten times.
28:02Boil pork until it gives up.
28:05Crush tamarind until it confesses.
28:09Add vegetables in the order of their grief.
28:13Serve to someone who's coming or going.
28:18Death's note.
28:20Lugau is for sedation.
28:22Sinigong is for resurrection.
28:24The awesome is the hook in your mouth, pulling you back.
28:30When you stop fighting it, you're ready.
28:34Bottomless beer is just the chaser.
28:38Author's note.
28:39We know you want it unhinged and realistic.
28:43Here it is.
28:45The wars are real.
28:47The hunger is real.
28:50Death cooking for you is the only unhinged part.
28:55And maybe that's the most realistic thing of all.
29:00Want chapter 11?
29:02There isn't one.
29:04That's the point.
29:24He lied.
29:27Death always does.
29:28Here's what happens when you ask for another round after the stall closes.
29:36Chapter 11.
29:37The kitchen.
29:39After.
29:40Beer plus you.
29:42The bulb doesn't pop.
29:45The bulb doesn't pop.
29:45It unpops.
29:47Light gets sucked back into the glass.
29:50Like death inhaled.
29:52We're not at the stall anymore.
29:55We're behind it.
29:57There's no behind.
29:59The alley had a wall.
30:01But now there's a door.
30:04It's made of wet wood.
30:06And it breathes.
30:08You said you were done.
30:09Death says.
30:11His apron is gone.
30:13He's not old anymore.
30:15He's not young.
30:17He's hungry.
30:19That's the only word for the way he looks at me.
30:24I said I was full.
30:25I say.
30:27My voice doesn't echo.
30:29The room eats sound.
30:32Full of what?
30:33He opens the door.
30:36The kitchen is all the kitchens.
30:39Poland, 1918.
30:42Tokyo, 1945.
30:46Turkana, 1974.
30:49Luzon, 2081.
30:52The colony ship.
30:54The void.
30:55All at once.
30:57All stoves on.
30:59All pots boiling.
31:02And in the middle.
31:03A bigger pot.
31:05Caldero.
31:06Big enough to bathe in.
31:09Big enough to cook in.
31:11No, I say.
31:13No, we had a deal.
31:15I remembered.
31:17I said I was good.
31:20You remembered yours, death says.
31:23His teeth aren't mine anymore.
31:27They're all of them.
31:29Grandmothers.
31:30Soldiers.
31:32Aya's baby teeth.
31:34The child from the Maggi fire.
31:37Now you have to remember mine.
31:40The beer in my glass isn't beer.
31:43It was never beer.
31:46It's broth.
31:48It's been broth for ten chapters.
31:51I just wanted it to be beer.
31:54So I could pretend I had a choice.
31:57He takes my hand.
32:00His skin is every temperature I've ever felt.
32:04Kerosene.
32:06Kerosene.
32:07Bomb heat.
32:08Drought.
32:09Fever.
32:11Reentry.
32:12Heat death.
32:14You told me you wanted to be the main character.
32:18He whispers.
32:19His breath smells like tamarind and graves.
32:24Main characters.
32:26Don't get to leave during the third act.
32:30Flashback.
32:31Every life.
32:32But his POV.
32:34Pierogi.
32:351918.
32:37Babsha wasn't yelling at you.
32:39She was yelling at me.
32:41I was in the corner.
32:43Starving.
32:44Because I wasn't allowed to eat.
32:47Until you did.
32:48Your grief was my dinner.
32:52Miso Udon.
32:531945.
32:55The soldier wasn't sharing.
32:58I was.
32:59He was already dead.
33:02I propped him up.
33:04I needed you to taste mercy.
33:07So you'd recognize me later.
33:09Ugali.
33:111974.
33:13Your mother didn't look at you.
33:15Because I was standing behind her.
33:18With my hand over her mouth.
33:20Make it bland.
33:23I told her.
33:24If he likes it.
33:26He'll stay.
33:27Cacio y Pepe.
33:292020.
33:31Marsha wasn't crying for her na-na.
33:35She was crying.
33:36Because I was in the room.
33:38Tasting the cheese through her.
33:41It clumped.
33:42Because I was nervous.
33:44First date.
33:45Maggie 2037.
33:49The girl.
33:50I was hungry.
33:52So, so hungry.
33:54War makes me thin.
33:56You fed me.
33:58I didn't shell the camp.
34:00Until you were done chewing.
34:03Manners.
34:04Adobo 2081.
34:07Aya didn't kill the chicken.
34:09I did.
34:10But I let her think she did.
34:13So she'd be strong.
34:16I seasoned it.
34:17With her tears.
34:19You said it was the best.
34:21It was.
34:23Canned chili.
34:252102.
34:26I laughed first.
34:28Because if I didn't.
34:30You'd have tasted the despair.
34:32Despair is salty.
34:35Laughter is too.
34:37You can't tell the difference.
34:39When you're starving.
34:41Algae bread.
34:432190.
34:44The child asked what happy was.
34:47I was in his eyes.
34:50I didn't know either.
34:52I was hoping you'd answer.
34:55Nothing.
34:56Heat.
34:56Death.
34:57You thought you were alone.
34:59I was the rock.
35:01I was the coffee.
35:03I was the memory of taste.
35:06You can't starve.
35:07If I'm in the room.
35:10Present.
35:11He walks me to the caldero.
35:14It's full of synagogue.
35:16But the pork belly isn't pork.
35:19The radish isn't radish.
35:23The cancong still moves.
35:25Recipe, he says.
35:28One manned.
35:30Ten lives.
35:31Slow cooked in his own nostalgia.
35:34Sour because regret is the best tamarind.
35:39Why?
35:40I'm not begging.
35:42I'm asking as a chef would.
35:45Professional curiosity.
35:48Because you were the first meal, he says.
35:51First life.
35:53First life.
35:54Cave.
35:55Mother.
35:56You remember.
35:58She chewed for you.
36:00She was me, too.
36:02I've been chasing that taste.
36:05You.
36:06Unseasoned.
36:08Before the wars got in you.
36:10Before the beer.
36:12He taps the glass.
36:15The broth inside is me.
36:17All of me.
36:19Ten lifetimes reduced.
36:22You made me forget with beer, he says.
36:25So I could stand to keep eating you.
36:29But now you remember.
36:31So now you get to watch.
36:34He doesn't push me.
36:36I step in.
36:38Because I'm the main character.
36:41And main characters finish the meal.
36:44The cinegong is perfect.
36:48Awesome killig.
36:49The sour that makes you shiver and grin.
36:53I understand why he liked it.
36:56I taste like everyone I've ever loved.
37:01I taste like goodbye.
37:03The last thing I hear is him serving.
37:07Ladle on metal.
37:09One order of you coming up.
37:12Bottomless.
37:14Cut to.
37:15A stall.
37:18Raining.
37:19A new man sits down.
37:21He looks tired.
37:23Death slides him.
37:25A San Miguel.
37:27The glass is warm.
37:29The stool next to him is wet.
37:33Rough night.
37:34Death asks.
37:36His hands are mine now.
37:39He's still learning how to use them.
37:42The man drinks.
37:44Rough life, he says.
37:47Lives.
37:49Plural.
37:50Death smiles.
37:52He has my teeth.
37:53Start talking, he says.
37:57Beers on the house.
37:59In the kitchen, the caldero is already on.
38:03The broth is sour.
38:05The next ingredient is sitting right there.
38:10He doesn't know it yet.
38:12But he will.
38:13He always does.
38:15End.
38:17Recipe.
38:18Recipe.
38:18Sinigang na ta'o.
38:20The house special.
38:22True recipe.
38:24Ingredients.
38:25One soul well-traveled.
38:28Ten lives deboned.
38:30One river of beer reduced.
38:34Souring agent.
38:35All the apologies you never said.
38:39Vegetables.
38:40Everyone who ever fed you.
38:43They'll be tender by now.
38:46Method live.
38:48Forget.
38:49Drink.
38:51Remember.
38:52Step into the pot.
38:54Willingly.
38:55That's what makes it taste.
38:57Like love.
38:59Instead of murder.
39:00Serving suggestion.
39:03Bottomless.
39:04There's always another customer.
39:08Death's note.
39:09I'm sorry.
39:10I was hungry.
39:12You were delicious.
39:14See you for the next course.
39:32I'm sorry.
39:33I'm sorry.
39:33I'm sorry.
39:34I'm sorry.
39:35I'm sorry.
39:35I'm sorry.
39:35I'm sorry.
39:35I'm sorry.
39:35I'm sorry.
39:36I'm sorry.
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