KING OF THE KITCHEN
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WOW: wilt. The bunker's kitchen is feeling a bit neglected.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
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Dean leaned down and peered into the bunker's refrigerator; it was a deeply depressing sight.
A crumbling block of cheese with more green fur than the muppet show, three wilted celery sticks, one egg which had been there a least since Christmas, and a small orange lump of something unidentifiable stuck in the corner.
He sighed.
He was going to have to do a supply run. He'd been putting it off and putting it off, but now he couldn't avoid it any longer.
The mysterious orange lump growled at him.
Yes, it was probably time to clean the refrigerator out too.
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