Imagine a world where everything is tastey and edible. Everything is edible because of this god who has said that it will be so. So far, I’ve been using “The Great Munchie God of the Sky,” but I’d really like something that can be shortened into an acronym like FOOD or GRUB or ???
Nom, I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we were hungry men or full. What we cooked, or what we ate. All that matters is that two sat down for dinner. That’s what’s important! Hunger pleases you, Nom… so grant me one request. Grant me SECONDS! And if you do not listen, then to HELL with you!