A man sits at a table in an otherwise empty room. His plate is empty. The table is empty, save for the infinite variety of condiments stacked and scattered upon it. The man cannot see the condiments, they are too small, unimposing, and he is distracted by his mind. The wisdom of fast-food philosophers ride, speeding though his mind, Screaming: "You are what you eat".
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