How mature. But because I clearly have nothing better to do with my time, in order:
Early April. The eighth, to be precise; I don't broadcast it to the network, nor do I celebrate it.
I'm not picky; I'll eat just about anything put in front of me, and I don't have much preference either way. This is usually only an issue when I eat alone, which is very rarely the case.
I don't have one. I'm partial to the ones I've raised, but that's presumably because I raised them. I suppose it's an individual thing.
Red. I know that's a bit stereotypical/to be expected, but no, it's not because I revel in the blood of my enemies or what have you.
And I've already given you a name. I don't feel like making one up to satisfy you.
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Early April. The eighth, to be precise; I don't broadcast it to the network, nor do I celebrate it.
I'm not picky; I'll eat just about anything put in front of me, and I don't have much preference either way. This is usually only an issue when I eat alone, which is very rarely the case.
I don't have one. I'm partial to the ones I've raised, but that's presumably because I raised them. I suppose it's an individual thing.
Red. I know that's a bit stereotypical/to be expected, but no, it's not because I revel in the blood of my enemies or what have you.
And I've already given you a name. I don't feel like making one up to satisfy you.