In my most dramatic black cape, titanium gauntlets, and crimson warpaint I raised my fists high into the air, "I HAVE CREATED YET ANOTHER SOULLESS ABOMINATION!!!"

I am fortunate that Anya has developed a loving patience for my synapse-blowing outbursts. She walks in, looks down, sniffs, and leans on my shoulder, "You've created what smells like a tuna- garlic- jalopeno- pickle- mustard & mayo- rye- sandwich."

I pointed, "You will agree that it is soulless?"

She nodded.

"And you will agree that there's a very large number of people who would consider this an abomination of a sandwich?"

She nodded.

"We have..." I raised the sandwich on high, "SOULLESS ABOMINATION!!!"

I felt a sharp pressure on my back as Anya pushed herself up on my shoulders, and ate the sandwich from right between my fingers. As I checked my fingers for their structural integrity, a wet kiss planted itself on my cheeks. "Thank you for making my lunch!"


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