The Food Lovers finally give into their passion. Things are really heating up here in the spam bunker. You're a little uneasy watching this, but as noted, your participation is somewhat essential. You try closing your eyes to be more respectful, but in a weird way, that just makes it worse, because now your sordid imagination is galloping about like a wild horse, forcing you to picture the debauchery at a higher level of detail than you ever bargained for. You're beginning to feel a bit complicit in someone else's degenerate schemes, and at this point, you are going to have to regard the demon named "morgan birdsalt" as some sort of pervert who belongs under the mirthless column.
Jester: Have your food lovers engage in sweet, passionate love
