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My knives just whisper, “Thanks for keeping me as sharp as I can be! I appreciate doing my job for you.”
Though the same could be said for most of my machines since I am literally an apprentice or jack of all trades, and a master of a few.
So what, you’d rather just cook alone in silence?
That would be preferable to tinnitus.
“cut it off, you don’t use it anyway”
“I cook dead people”
