"We will eat," I told him. "Good," he said, holding the photograph vey near to his face. Sammy Davis, Junior, Junior was persisting to cry. "One thing, though,", the hero said. "What?" "You should know..." "Yes?" "I am a... how to say this..." "What?" "I'm a..." "You are very hungry, yes?" "I'm a vegetarian." "I do not understand." "I don't eat meat." "Why not?" "I just don't." "How can you not eat meat?" "I just don't" "He does not eat meat," I told Grandfather. "Yes he does," he informed me. "Yes you do," I likewise informed the hero. "No. I don't." "Why not?" I inquired him again. "I just don't. No meat." "Pork?" "No." "Meat?" "No meat." "Steak?" "Nope." "Chickens?" "No." "Do you eat veal?" "Oh, God. Absolutely no veal." "What about sausage?" "No sausage either." I told Grandfather this, and he presented me a very bothered look. "What is wrong with him?" he asked. "Hamburger?" "No." "Tongue?" "What did he say is wrong with him?" Grandfather asked. "It is just the way he is." "Does he eat sausage?" "No." "No sausage!" "No. He says he does not eat sausage." "In truth?" "That is waht he says." "But sausage..." "I know." "In truth you do not eat any sausage?" "No sausage." "No sausage," I told Grandfather. He closed his eyes and tried to put his arms around his stomach, but there was not room because of the wheel. It appared like he was becoming sick because the hero would not eat sausage. "Well, let him deduce what he is going to eat. We will to go to the most proximal restaurant." "You are a schmuck," I informed the hero. "You're not using the word correctly," he said. "Yes I am," I said.

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