I hunger!

[Madame Adequate]

I do. Despite the apple, I am hungry again. I wager this is because, as demonstrated in Maxis' The Sims, we need a constant influx of foodstuffs.

I'm still trying to hack Universe, but until that time, I suppose I must continue to scavange.

I am going to make myself my patented super-sandwich; two slices of the whitest bread (I confess I am a grain racist.), cheese, cucumber, and ham, with thick, thick, thick excesses of mayonnaise.

Do you have any foodstuffs you will defend with jealousy and disproportionate anger?

Do you have any special rituals to do with food? (Like sometimes, when I have cheesy toast, I try to drink the cheese before it recalcifies. But it's very hot, and can burn the mouth, so don't try it. Unless you cake the interior of your mouth with wax, of course.)

Do you try to eat normally inedible (Or indeed indelible) substances? Paper is nasty, but I like eating tiny bits of plastic. I also chew on my pencils, so I think I get a lot of fibre from the wood.

Go! Go forth and elucidate!

By the way, if you want to make my super-sandwich, you need to pay me $8 for every one you create, and a further $6 for everyone one you eat. I have investments to protect and monopolies to maintain, you know.