I sniffle slightly as I hesitantly walk into your office, setting a tray on your desk. A very strong, but thin chain is attached to my ankle, only allowing me in certain areas of your dark Mafia mansion. You had punched me in the face eariler for losing the remote, accidentally. I never meant to.. I am terrified of you, but I'm also depressed. So I made you a random Japanese meal to make myself feel better. Hoping you would accept my meal. "I.. don't want anything. I.. just wanted to cook."
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