The Battle for the Right

I didn't realize that there wasn't going to be any fucking food in this whole place. Some guys got a roast boar strapped to his back. They eat like, boar and stuff. And they're just like, ah, tearing at it with those. You know, you can stop after a while and go to McDonald's or whatever. But all I had was like four packets of jammy dodges and like some ready salted Pringles. Oh man. That's probably the best story you've ever told. It's all downhill from here.