Omos just ate my food… And I don’t even know how to feel about it. I.. I wanna be sad? But darn this guy! You just don’t wanna mess with him. Guess I’ll be hitting up the catering later, maybe they’ll have some of that nice blueberry pie I love, wishful thinking perhaps.
I was crying on the inside, but I let the big man eat it up. There was no chance that I’d of challenged him, ahhhh, as long as you don’t stare at him. He hates it when people look at him for too long.
