[A hungry giraffe that smells like it's been dead for about a week.]
[Bertolt just grunts, setting down the carton of milk when it's empty, completely oblivious to the fine, milky mustache he sporting, and attacks the food in front of him. Holy god, sausages, he can't remember the last time he ate sausages!]
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[Bertolt just grunts, setting down the carton of milk when it's empty, completely oblivious to the fine, milky mustache he sporting, and attacks the food in front of him. Holy god, sausages, he can't remember the last time he ate sausages!]