The surge of energy inside Misato didn't even wake her up, she hadn't realized it was there at all.
Because, without knowing it, she had really cultivated internal energy.
But…
When Ryuji came over to bring her food and saw Misato still flipping through manuals without stopping, he couldn't help but sigh.
"What's with you? Aren't you going to eat?"
Ryuji was baffled. Misato shouldn't be the type to get obsessed with these old martial arts texts. She was a science-fiction type of person, after all!
"I'm not hungry right now! This knowledge is too important, I have to study as much as I can!"
Clearly, Misato had no intention of eating. She kept leafing through the manuals, jotting down notes nonstop.
"But how much can you really learn on your own? Why don't you just use your phone and take pictures of all of it, then carry it with you?"
Watching her, Ryuji couldn't hold back his exasperation. If she truly wanted the material, why not just snap photos? With such advanced technology at her disposal, why stick to this primitive method? He didn't know whether to laugh or scold her.
"Eh?"
Misato froze and lifted her head.
Though she had fallen into a near-manic state of obsession, her mind was still clear enough to recognize Ryuji's words made sense. It was like waking from a dream.
"Right!"
She blinked in confusion, wondering why she hadn't thought of that sooner.
But once she snapped out of her trance, the fatigue in her body hit her all at once. Worse still...
"Um… where's the bathroom?!"
Feeling the urgent pressure of her body about to explode, Misato blushed furiously as she asked.
Ryuji wordlessly pointed toward the backyard. Immediately, Misato bolted off like the wind, nearly knocking over a few others who were browsing books.
Shaking his head, Ryuji glanced at the scripture she'd been using as a seat.
"The Laṅkāvatāra Sūtra, huh."
He had read it before. Its central discussion, from a modern perspective, revolved around two views: idealism and something close to materialism.
Though calling it materialism wasn't quite accurate, it was more about relying on human sensory perception. But close enough.
At least, that's how he saw it.
A deeper study of the text could change one's perspective on the world, pushing one to naturally discover and summarize certain patterns of reality.
Out of curiosity, Ryuji skimmed through a few pages. Much of it was material he had already covered in political philosophy and ethics classes. With that, he carefully closed it and set it aside.
Such ideas weren't unique to Buddhism. Daoism, Christianity, other religions even Confucianism discussed the same fundamental questions.
They weren't the property of any one tradition. They were the universal struggles of human beings trying to understand reality, along with the conclusions they had drawn from it.
Even if many concepts no longer aligned with modern knowledge, for their time they had been incredibly advanced.
"Hm. These are basically just outlines on how to live a freer, more comfortable life."
During the time Misato was in the bathroom, Ryuji casually flipped through several more Buddhist texts. Aside from some clearly superstitious nonsense, he came across many insightful reflections on life.
Many were sayings everyone had heard: Don't covet what you can't obtain. Work hard for what you want, but if you fail, don't let anxiety consume you...reflect on your shortcomings instead.
One sutra even advised: when research or work hits a bottleneck, don't get impatient. Stay calm, take a break, find other pursuits to refresh your mind.
Simple truths but useful.
Unfortunately, the commentaries scrawled in the margins were often garbage, trying to appear profound by using obscure words, or outright nonsense meant to confuse.
Ryuji chuckled at them and set the book aside.
After all, these were just words. What mattered was how people acted. Even if they were the Buddha's words, that didn't mean the Buddha was someone incapable of starting a fire.
By the time Misato returned, she found Ryuji browsing through sutras instead of the martial arts manuals.
"You're not even going to look at the martial arts texts? Those are real, you know!"
Whether it was the Taiji Manual or the Vajra Indestructible Body, Misato had seen them, and she was certain they were authentic because she had proven they could be practiced!
"They're not aligned with my path. Even if I trained them, it would be a waste."
Ryuji shrugged. Just a glance was enough to tell him their principles clashed with his own cultivation.
Besides, many of their energy circulation routes were designed to compensate for weak physiques. For him, whose body was already strong, they'd only lower efficiency. To make use of them, he'd have to overhaul everything anyway. It was easier to just forge his own methods.
"Eh?!"
Misato looked at him in shock. But Ryuji was more curious about something else.
"Your world is all about science and technology, right? So why are you so interested in this stuff?"
She hadn't told him about the Angels, so Ryuji left that unmentioned. In any case, he doubted these martial arts techniques could stand up to such monsters.
Even if Misato had started training the Vajra Indestructible Body in the womb, by now she still wouldn't be able to block a rocket, let alone an Angel's attack.
They weren't even on the same energy scale.
"Because of space."
Misato drew in a deep breath.
"In my world, there are terrifying creatures. Just know this: their defenses are so absurd that even nuclear weapons can barely scratch them. You can break their armor, but killing them with nukes is almost impossible. And even if you could, the damage to Earth would be catastrophic."
Her tone grew solemn.
"My job is to fight those monsters. But the more I study them, the more terrifying they seem. So I thought… what if humanity could make our own bodies stronger? Wouldn't that let us fight them better? Or at least survive in harsher environments? If everyone learned these methods, maybe humanity could even colonize Mars to escape from these monsters."
Her face flushed with excitement, eyes burning with determination as she stared at Ryuji.
That was why she was so obsessed. To her, these methods were far too important simple, direct ways to enhance human physical ability.
"Mm… I see…"
Ryuji finally realized what Misato was aiming for.
What was the greatest obstacle in aerospace?
It wasn't just the astronomical costs or the difficulty of escaping Earth's gravity.
It was human fragility.
Humans were simply too fragile. The difference between launching satellites and launching people was immense especially if you wanted manned spaceflight to be safe.
Humans couldn't withstand the vacuum of space, the extreme cold, or radiation.
But what if the human body became far more resilient?
Just doubling resistance to impact, lowering oxygen consumption, and boosting tolerance to shock could dramatically reduce the difficulty of manned spaceflight.
And internal cultivation promised exactly that.
Of course, it wasn't that simple. The biggest problem was energy supply, human bodies couldn't keep up with the demand.
But there was another issue: in the EVA world, this was impossible.
Their economy had collapsed, their technology wasn't advanced enough, and projects of this scale weren't Misato's to decide. Her superiors were dying old men obsessed with the Human Instrumentality Project fusing humanity into a single existence for the sake of eternal life.
They controlled all authority. If Misato ever proposed her plan, it wouldn't just be ignored it could get her buried.
Even more crucially how advanced would martial cultivation have to be to actually lower colonization costs? And how many people could really reach such heights?
So Misato's idea was noble, but in practice, it was impossible.
At least, in the EVA world.
But Ryuji wasn't about to crush her enthusiasm for learning. Instead, he offered a supportive smile.
"Well… it's certainly an idea. But you should eat properly too. After all, in your world, you're the only one who understands this, aren't you?"
He gestured toward the food.
"Mm!"
Misato eagerly nodded, grabbed her chopsticks, and picked up a piece of stir-fried meat.
The moment it touched her tongue, her eyes widened.
What she felt wasn't just taste it was passion.
Passion for life. Passion for defeating evil. Passion for friendship, for changing the world, for helping others. Compassion for the elderly, kindness toward children, love both given and received, equality, acceptance, warmth...
With one bite, her fatigue vanished. The gnawing anxiety of the past days dissolved, replaced with hope and energy.
Hope for her mission. Hope for her world. Hope for her life.
And on top of that it was simply delicious beyond imagination.
The ingredients were ordinary, yet the balance of flavors was perfect, like something out of a dream.
It tasted exactly like the food she always craved when hungry.
"This… this is too delicious!!"
Misato gasped in shock, tears forming as she kept shoveling food into her mouth.
"How did you make this?!"
The more she ate, the stronger the emotions became, until she wept openly because with every bite she felt the world was worth cherishing, that she needed to live her best, not as a wreck, but as someone who could fight for hope.
Yet a shadow of worry flickered across her mind.
What if she never got to eat this again?
But before despair could take root, the warmth in the food banished it, leaving only a bright thought:
It's okay! The world is so beautiful! There are more things worth pursuing than just food.
And besides other food tastes good too!
Recalling the meals she had once enjoyed, Misato realized the flavors hadn't been bad at all. She simply hadn't appreciated them enough.
"It's the chili peppers," Ryuji said calmly as he ate at his own steady pace.
His spiritual cultivation was average at best compared to those of equal power, but because he understood the nature of these dishes, that they carried genuine emotions he could shield himself from being overwhelmed. So long as he ate mindfully, he was fine.
But he knew exactly how remarkable this was.
The monks didn't consciously channel their spiritual power into the food. Instead, their sincerity naturally imbued it, merging perfectly with the cooking. That was what made it different from forcibly imbuing emotion this was seamless, authentic.
If it had been forced, anyone could tell. The flavor, the emotion, would have felt wrong.
"Maybe this is what they call the 'Heart of Cooking'… if you pour all your focus into it, then…"
Ryuji glanced toward the kitchen, a sudden realization striking him.
If those hundreds of chefs had all devoted themselves to swords instead of cooking, each one might have become a sword saint or sword gods.
"In the end, it's all about sincerity."
But then again, it made sense these chefs all possessed profound martial arts. If they really ganged up on him…
Ryuji imagined the scene.
He felt that there was an 80% chance that he would be beaten to death.
A few hundred of them combined would be the equivalent of an army of awakened masters. He really would die.
Still, the fact remained they were chefs. If it truly came down to a fight, it would be Ryuji's overwhelming victory.
After all, they only knew how to slice vegetables and cook food, not how to fight in earnest.
Of course, one could say the skills were transferable. Just like him after watching for a single day, he'd already grasped most of their knife work, how to control the fire, and even the way they used inner energy to ripen food or infuse flavor.
What remained was simply memorizing a few recipes.
Ryuji didn't really understand what was happening to him, but after last night, he'd felt that he could learn anything ridiculously fast. Everything the abbot had told him seemed to be proving itself true within his own body.
Looking back carefully, that feeling had been there for a long time even back when he first entered the world of Demon Slayer. He just hadn't noticed.
"Could this be what they call 'all rivers flow into the sea'? Once your level is high enough, you can master anything at lightning speed?"
Ryuji found it a little funny, but it was the truth.
His experiences and his relentless pursuit of knowledge had accelerated his growth to this point.
He had long since cast aside fear of death, gained a broad perspective, and even had a "genius mode" unlocked through defeating monsters. Not just anyone could hope for such treatment.
"No wonder you insisted on coming here! Turns out it really was the right choice!"
Misato was practically glowing with excitement, eating faster and faster. The moment she finished her last bite, she clapped her chopsticks down, whipped out her phone, and started snapping photos of the martial arts manuals.
Ryuji didn't object. The abbot had come by several times and never said a word either.
So Ryuji spent his time in the kitchen, watching and learning from the monks' techniques, even asking questions. Just like that, two or three days passed.
Then, one day, just as Ryuji stepped out of the kitchen, he saw Stephen Chow.
Or more precisely, Stephen Chow being beaten to a pulp.
The poor guy was desperately trying to escape but was already being pummeled by the Eighteen Arhats.
Ryuji had no intention of interfering. He just watched the man flailing about in vain and shook his head.
"Still so blinded…"
At this point, Stephen Chow still had no love in his heart. Though he had been touched by something, his actions remained selfish, viewing the world only through the lens of his own narrow thoughts.
He assumed the abbot was petty, so everything he saw and heard reinforced that impression.
He saw the Eighteen Arhats acting harshly, so he naturally equated them with the street thugs in his mind.
And so, unsurprisingly, the Arhats treated him just like the thugs he imagined, while the abbot appeared just as petty as he believed.
What you see is what you think, and what you think is what you get. Only when Stephen Chow finally woke up to what truly mattered in his heart would the Arhats stop tormenting him, and the so-called petty abbot would reveal everything he had to offer.
Were the Eighteen Arhats really thugs? Was the abbot truly small-minded?
Arms folded, Ryuji looked at Stephen Chow, now beaten like a stray dog, and shook his head again. Just then, the abbot suddenly appeared at his side, startling him.
"Your words are most true," the abbot said solemnly. "Master Chow's heart is clouded by karma. He cannot see the love or the truth within others, and so he clings blindly to his delusions. Only through pain deep enough to pierce the soul will he awaken."
Ryuji's lips twitched at the sudden appearance.
"'Only by losing do you realize what's precious,' huh? But abbot, could you maybe stop popping up beside me like that? My instincts make it far too easy for me to kill first and ask questions later…"
His hand had almost summoned dragon fire to burn the man alive.
But the abbot merely chuckled.
"I merely saw the gleam in your eye and couldn't resist teasing you. Besides, that habit of yours is something you'll need to keep under control."
Ryuji fell silent. He realized the abbot was warning him.
Too many battles had conditioned him to strike the moment something appeared suddenly. Though nothing tragic had happened yet, if he didn't fix it, it was only a matter of time before innocents got hurt.
"…Thanks for the reminder, abbot."
"Hahaha, it's nothing. But truly, donor, you are blessed with remarkable wisdom. It's a shame you share no true bond with the Buddha."
The abbot sighed. If he could, he would have loved to guide Ryuji into Buddhism. But the problem was, Ryuji's "two roots of wisdom" were both far too strong impossible to convert.
And frankly, if Ryuji ever had to choose between his spiritual path and his… other root(lower body), the abbot knew exactly which one he'd sacrifice.
So, though Ryuji was clearly fated with Buddhism, the abbot gave up on trying to convert him.
"Ah, forget about Buddha. I still plan to marry a lot of wives, after all."
Ryuji let out an awkward laugh and turned to leave.
The kitchen's recipes all had corresponding manuals and records, and he had already bought them. The Shaolin monks made them available to anyone, so long as they could pay.
And indeed, that explained why so many people failed to recreate the monks' cooking, it wasn't that the recipes were wrong, but because they couldn't perfectly replicate the methods, or perhaps they used different seasonings.
For Ryuji though, none of that was a problem.
He'd already learned most of it. The rest was simply a matter of practice. Helping Erina understand would be no issue, and with a few attempts, he could reproduce seventy to eighty percent of the monks' flavors himself.
The only thing he couldn't replicate was the burning passion and sincerity they infused into their food.
For him, the only flavor that intense would be his love for Erina.
Staying any longer wouldn't bring much more benefit.
Misato had also recorded most of the recipes and martial arts manuals. Ryuji was ready to copy them, which meant it was about time to leave.
"Then fate will bring us together again someday, benefactor."
The abbot chuckled softly, having already sensed Ryuji's intention to depart. He didn't try to stop them.
Ryuji didn't drag it out either. After bowing slightly, he headed toward Misato.
She had just finished recording the last of the manuals and was waiting anxiously, tugging at Ryuji's sleeve the moment he arrived. Her face was filled with impatience.
"You're so slow! Still learning to cook? When are we leaving?"
Now that they had everything, she was desperate to move on and finish the mission, then return to their own world.
Even the monks' passionate cooking hadn't dampened her urgency if anything, it had only made her more restless.
Ryuji glanced at her, and a stray thought crossed his mind.
"Could this also count as being blinded?"
He set the thought aside and nodded.
"Yeah, it's time to leave. But before we go, there's one more thing we need to do."
Misato gave Ryuji a confused look. She didn't want to waste a single second. All she wanted was to finish this tiresome task quickly and return to her original world.
"Make money."
Ryuji tapped the empty suitcase beside him.
"Knowledge costs money, beautiful lady."
That was when Misato remembered Ryuji had donated a huge amount of incense money to the monks.
"So what's your plan? The triads in Hong Kong won't dare show their faces anymore, right? And those small-timers don't have any real money."
She frowned, feeling a headache coming on.
Thanks to Ryuji's ruthless actions, the wealthy bosses were all hiding, while the mid- and low-level gangsters wouldn't dare step out either. After all, if Ryuji caught them, they'd end up mutilated beyond recognition. Even the boldest wouldn't risk it now.
"Of course we'll go after the ones with money," Ryuji said with a light laugh.
The gangs were just middlemen for the real big shots. Even the famous "500 Million Inspector" Lui Lok was nothing more than a glove on the hand of those above him.
Sure, Hong Kong filmmakers had made movies about Lui Lok. But would they dare make films about the ones pulling his strings?
Those were the ones who held the true wealth. The protection money the gangs collected? It ultimately went into those hands.
And those were the people Ryuji intended to target.
Their coffers were overflowing.
When he had slaughtered the crime bosses before, he'd already forced out the names of the men above them.
Back then, he had worried it might cause trouble for the local society. But now it was clear this world was not his Earth. Similar, but not the same. Nothing to worry about.
"Come on," Ryuji said with a grin, throwing an arm around Misato's shoulder. "Let's rob the rich and give to the poor."
She'd been about to shake him off, but the thought of raiding the homes of the true elite sparked her own natural bandit spirit. She broke into a wide smile.
"Alright! Rob the rich, give to the poor!"
Still, for all her energy, Misato's body gave out the moment they boarded the ship. She was fine during the taxi ride, but once inside the cabin she collapsed onto the bed like a dead dog, falling fast asleep.
Ryuji could only sigh helplessly. She hadn't slept in three days too busy copying manuals and practicing techniques. Now that she finally had time to rest, of course she crashed.
Luckily, they were traveling on a cruise ship. The voyage to Hong Kong would take two days, giving her time to recover.
"Honestly…" Ryuji muttered, shaking his head at the sight of Misato sprawled out on the bed. "Just a while ago, you were full of energy."
Skillfully, he slipped off her jacket, revealing her beautiful curves. He admired it for a moment, then covered her gently with the blanket, leaving her in just her shirt to sleep peacefully.
With that done, he left the cabin and made his way up to the ship's decks, intending to find a cute girl or two to help pass the time.
The cruise had an indoor swimming pool, and that was his first stop. As soon as he stepped inside, his eyes lit up. Dozens of women in swimsuits lounged about.
Most were from Japan or Hong Kong, here for tourism, which meant they were fairly open-minded.
He even spotted a number of them in bikinis.
Taking in all those youthful figures, those long pale legs, Ryuji couldn't hold back a satisfied sigh.
"Beautiful."
The sight of legs and breasts everywhere his mood soared. The only downside was that most of the women were already with companions. As for those who were looking to hook up, their eyes went straight to the men in sharp suits.
A handsome guy in casual clothes like him? Completely ignored.
He did own a suit Misato had bought him one. But Ryuji couldn't shake the feeling that men in suits looked like salesmen or insurance agents. He much preferred casual clothes.
And with no flashy accessories on him, he was practically invisible.
So, he ordered a glass of orange juice from a waiter and found a place to sit to enjoy the scenery. He didn't wear sunglasses to cover his face, openly showing his face.
But the longer he watched, the more restless his heart grew.
"If only Shampoo were here…"
If she were, they could've been having their fun in the cabin by now. No need to be out here, looking for strangers.
But of course, Shampoo couldn't follow him around so freely. She had family to consider.
And Ryuji respected that. He was a man who valued family, and he understood why she needed to go back and explain things.
Still, as his eyes roamed the poolside, he spotted a man who looked very familiar.
Off in the distance, a figure was twitching and trembling, clearly hungry, his eyes darting between the women and the food with equal desperation.
"…City Hunter?"
Ryuji blinked, recognizing the scene instantly.
It was straight out of the movie where Jackie Chan played Ryo Saeba, the City Hunter. He had taken on a job to find a missing heiress, ended up on a cruise ship, and got tangled in a terrorist hijacking.
The story was simple but the movie was packed with gorgeous women.
Not only the heiress, but also Chingmy Yau's character, Kaori's friend, was stunning.
Exactly Ryuji's type.
And during the movie, Ryo Saeba was constantly weakened by hunger, even hunted by the ship's crew.
Which was exactly the scene Ryuji was witnessing now.
"But wait… in the movie, wasn't this supposed to be the 'Fuji Maru' luxury cruise?"
He sipped his juice. Then, as Jackie Chan or Ryo Saeba was about to pass by, Ryuji suddenly grabbed his wrist, pulled him down into the seat beside him, and called out to a waiter.
"Two steaks, please. And bring us a menu."
Ryuji's voice snapped the exhausted Ryo Saeba back to life. He didn't know who Ryuji was, but having someone drag him into a seat instantly solved his biggest problem.
When two ship staff walked past, Ryo quickly hid his face behind the menu, slipping by unnoticed.
Ryuji looked at the Jackie Chan–faced version of Ryo Saeba, who was brimming with gratitude toward him, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Who would've thought the famous City Hunter would end up in such an embarrassing situation?"
Because of that familiar face, Ryuji couldn't bring himself to dislike the man.
"No choice, man! Lost my wallet, no invitation, I'm screwed! You recognizing me and being willing to help is really a lifesaver. Next time you need me for something, I'll give you a twenty-percent discount!"
Ryo looked embarrassed. The ship might technically be open to anyone with enough money, but without his wallet, he couldn't even swipe a card. Kaori had misunderstood and gotten angry at him, leaving him no choice but to sneak on board. And with his target somewhere on this ship, skipping the job wasn't an option.
"Well, that's amusing… but no need to be so polite. Order whatever you want."
Ryuji didn't care why he was here. His mind was on something else....the terrorists from the "plot."
It made sense for terrorists to slip past the Hong Kong police, given their low pay, poor training, and outdated gear. But on the home front? There was no way security should've let terrorists board the ship.
Or… was it because of his interference that this time, no terrorists were involved?
They weren't much of a threat to him anyway. Even if they were here, he wouldn't sense any real danger. Still, Ryuji wanted to follow the "plotline" a little, just to see.
If things had changed because of him, then so be it. But if not, he'd wipe them out directly.
Just as that thought passed through his mind, a man and woman clearly husband and wife walked by with a teenage girl and a young boy.
At first, Ryuji didn't pay them much attention. The boy did look oddly familiar, though. And then, just as they were about to pass out of his sensory range, the teenage girl spoke.
"Conan, do you want to go swimming?"
Ryuji froze. A moment later, he heard the little boy reply.
"Eh? No, Ran-neechan, not really."
That voice. That exact voice from the Detective Conan anime.
"…You've gotta be kidding me."
He had already known Conan existed in this world, but actually running into him here was a shock.
"What is this, some movie tie-in? Or is this a City Hunter × Detective Conan crossover? And, uh… who's gonna die this time?"
The questions piled up in Ryuji's head, and he couldn't help but mutter a complaint.
"This world really is a mess."
Cardcaptor Sakura, Sailor Moon, Ranma ½, Conan, City Hunter and even some psychics… At this point, if he bumped into Revy the gun-slinging mercenary or some shrine maiden, he wouldn't even be surprised.
His eyes drifted back to Conan's group and instantly lit up. The girl named Ran had an incredible hip-to-waist ratio, not to mention her long legs. They looked slim, but Ryuji knew they could snap a steel pole or break a blade clean in half with a single kick.
If used to hold the waist, it is perfect!
Aside from her not-so-large chest, Ran was flawless.
But then… there was Eri Kisaki.
Ryuji's attention shifted to Ran's mother almost immediately. Eri was dressed casually, but her outfit accentuated her figure in all the right places. Her long legs, clad in stockings, rivaled her daughter's in allure. Her chest and hips, however, surpassed Ran's easily, and she carried herself with a stern, queenly aura.
Ryuji's focus locked onto her without hesitation.
And that was when he caught sight of a smirking face beside him.
"Whoa, so you're a pervert just like me!"
At some point, Ryo had sidled up with a beer in hand. After a glance at Eri, he shook his head.
"But that woman isn't someone you can mess with. She's the queen of the Japanese legal world undefeated, just like Phoenix Wright. And right now, she's still tangled up with Kogoro Mouri. Forget it. That girl Ran, on the other hand, is more within reach. Sure, the reports say she's into that so-called savior of the police, Kudo Shinichi, but it's not really love it's more like dependence on someone who seems perfect. If you go for Ran, your odds are way better."
Damn, this guy's a pro.
Ryuji shot the Jackie Chan–lookalike a weird glance, equal parts impressed and speechless.
"Heh, intel is everything in this line of work. How's that? Pretty thorough, huh? Admit it you're impressed."
Ryo grinned proudly at him. The moment he saw Ryuji, he knew they were kindred spirits. And once he noticed that predatory glint in Ryuji's eyes, he couldn't resist boasting.
"Thorough, yes. But impressed? Not quite. You haven't even sorted out your own mess."
Ryuji smirked. Ryo's face fell. For a second, he thought Ryuji had actually dug into his personal affairs. But seeing the doubt in his eyes, Ryuji cut in smoothly.
"If you had your own life under control, you wouldn't be here bumming food and drinks off me."
That shut Ryo right up.
He had no comeback. He'd promised his late partner that he'd raise Kaori properly, never treating her as a woman. But the problem was… Kaori had fallen in love with him.
"So sort out your own business first. Think of this as a loan, when I get to Japan just buy me a drink."
Ryuji patted him on the shoulder, tossed a few bills on the table, and stood up. He headed for the casino.
The sight of the pool was only stoking his frustrations. So…
His eyes fell on the smiling bunny girls nearby. Ryuji chuckled softly.
"Time for some fast food."
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