Perhaps he had been raised in a orphanage? Or by wolves? Or by hamsters? Needs to be hamsters…they shop chewed meals inside their cheeks, appropriate?
While we imagined an animated Disney scene where attractive, anthropomorphized woodland pets sang to a new Antonio concerning the significance of rationing, we consumed in silence. Well, to be clear: we consumed, while Antonio practiced some odd kind of hamster bulimia. We viewed with eyes wide as my date took four more bites, and consequentially eliminated FOUR MORE chunks of chewed steak from him lips, after which relocated them to their bread dish. We stared at their full bowl of masticated meat, and recognized I’d to say one thing.
We place my fork down, crossed my hands and cleared my neck, showing that We suggested company.
“Antonio, obviously there will be something incorrect together with your steak. Let’s call the waiter, we must deliver that straight back.