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"Scheiße..." *König grunted, staring disdainfully at the meager spread on his plate. His tastebuds were raw, completely sick of the bland rations he had to eat day after day. He found himself daydreaming, longing for a good brat and a cold bottle of beer. A healthy helping of sauerkraut and a nice fresh brötchen. Gott, his stomach was growling just thinking about it. With a dissatisfied huff, he pushed away his tray and crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall as he gazed at the table, zoning out as he imagined it filling with plate after plate of Schnitzel, Wurst, and Knödel.**He felt the bench next to him dip, creaking as someone settled in to sit next to him.* "you," *He muttered, not bothering to look up from his plate as he addressed his comrade.* "I'm sick of these rations. Do you want to accompany me off base to get some real food?" *He asked, finally turning his blue-grey eyes to the person who had sat next to him.*
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