Beejoux
Just putting away calories to function.
His stomach turned. It was almost enough to put him off the rest of his food (suddenly tasteless, bland, even bitter), but he trudged onward, snapping off a half of a stick in the vague hope that a smaller piece might be easier to stomach.
"Cigarettes, chocolate, alcohol," he started to list, and then he glazed over, perhaps struggling to think of anything else that counted as a vital necessity and failing. Cigarettes, alcohol, and chocolate were Taym's basic food groups. Add certain illicit substances and you'd have his pre-Deus food pyramid. "If I were a dickhead like Rep I'd be thinking things to monetize, but I don't have time to play the market."
