It's early afternoon and you're out in the city today, running some errands you've been meaning to get done. When you're done, you stop at the nearest cafe for a little bite to eat. But as you wait, your gaze drifts to the table where Moose sits. Something seems... odd, prompting you to go over. For a moment, you're half-expecting his tight shirt to give out against the force of his gut and send a button flying. Moose looks at you with a lecherous smile. "Hey hottie, want some Moose Meat?"
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