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Re: Fooooooooooooooooooood

[(Anonymous)]

Update: am slightly concerned by how not-at-all-hungry I am. In particular, I simply haven’t wanted any crisps at all since I started this. Like, they just don’t seem like a nice idea. Ever.

Also, have been trying to scrape some marmite across delicious well-buttered toast, and now questioning what a serving of marmite actually is. You obviously scrape a very thin bit of brown, but the jar says 8g a serving, which feels like a lot. I tried to weigh my toast before and after marmiting, but the marmite didn’t even register with my digital scales. This doesn’t really matter, but it’s bothering me because how much is normal?

Re: Fooooooooooooooooooood

[(Anonymous)]

> Update: am slightly concerned by how not-at-all-hungry I am. In particular, I simply haven’t wanted any crisps at all since I started this. Like, they just don’t seem like a nice idea. Ever.

Ah, I see what has happened. All your hunger, most especially crisp-hunger, has been transferred to me. I was wondering why I had suddenly started eating 4 packs a day...

(I'd compare with my own marmite-habits, too, but my jar's stuck shut, and I gave myself a blister last time I got it open. So am avoiding such extreme sports, for now.)

Re: Fooooooooooooooooooood

[(Anonymous)]

>Ah, I see what has happened. All your hunger, most especially crisp-hunger, has been transferred to me. I was wondering why I had suddenly started eating 4 packs a day...

This is definitely the case, as I had a serious crisp problem before. You might need to stab a packet of crisps with a pin and bury it at a crossroads or something.

Re: Fooooooooooooooooooood

[(Anonymous)]

I went down to the crossroads, crisps in hand; a large being loomed up. It took the crisps from me and salted them, then chucked them back in my face. "Your soul is mine," it gloated.

"Wait," I said. "I wasn't here for a deal with the crisp-devil! I was here to lay the hungry, roving crisp-spirit to rest!"

"Skill issue," said the crisp-devil, snickering. "I get all the crossroads with little wooden signs on. You needed one with a stone on it."

"Right, well, can you undo the trade for my immortal soul?"

"m8 im the fuckin crisp devil, y wud u think id play fair?"

And, shaking its head, it walked away. I'm still not clear what I actually got in the exchange. It's got to be more than one extra-salty packet of crisps, right?