“so, like, question, though – who actually likes bacon? because it just… i’m sorry, it’s not that good. today at the market in the american section – i was just thinking, i miss twinkies and root beer so i thought maybe the american section would have them? but it was just oscar meyer wieners, not even the kind i like, and like, mexican coke, which isn’t even american —— and they had ranch with bacon bits. it tastes awful. you can try it if you’d like. i think bacon is a myth. like happiness in adulthood.”
“bacon is the absolute worst.” rina pulled the lollipop from her lips and motioned with it as she spoke. “like if there’s one thing I think needs to be banned in the horrendous meat industry, it’s bacon. and also just beef as a whole,” she shook her head, the look on her face showing pure disgust. “But the bacon in that ranch shit is so fake it’s almost worst. Like chemical bacon, not real bacon... this world is so nasty,”
