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Michael sat down with his tray inside of the Fatburger. He was supposed to meet that one here. He surveyed what he had ordered, a medium burger with bacon, a medium chocolate shake, and an order of skinny fries. It was horrible how humans submitted themselves to this, though the fact they survived it was equally amazing.
He took a quick check around the restaurant, not being able to find who he was supposed to be meeting here. He could only guess that this was like a second heaven, or hell rather, for her. Most enthusiasts of the small eatery were heavily goring on themselves, not careful enough to check if what they were doing was wrong. At least everybody was being polite, though they kept to themselves. Somebody had even given a meal to a less fortunate person, which had made him smile.
He turned back to his burger, and after reminding himself that he wasn't human, so nothing could kill him by means of heart attack or food poisoning, he reluctantly took a bite of the burger. It was good. Good enough that he saw why the humans tainted their bodies with such food. He took a napkin too wipe anything off of his mouth, but stopped halfway through. Their was a feeling he had not felt in a long time. He wiped the small bits of burger off of his face, turning to see it.