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"We got Italian food last time," Ben said. "I want Greek."
"And you know that Greek doesn't agree with my stomach," Adam countered.
"How about Japanese?" Paul suggested.
Ben groaned. "If I eat sushi one more time this week, I'm going to scream."
"Okay, then – what about Mexican?"
"My stomach doesn't agree with that either!" Adam grumbled.
"Does anything agree with your stomach besides tuna sandwiches?" Ben asked. "There's a new steak joint that just opened up around the corner…"
"We had steak the other night, remember?" Paul said.
Just then, Jack McCoy walked past Ben's office.
"Hey, Jack," Ben called out, "settle an argument for us. We're trying to decide what to order for supper."
"What are the options?"
"Italian, Greek, Japanese, Mexican, and steak."
Jack didn't miss a beat. "Steak. It goes better with Scotch."
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