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Me and my mans have been mad hungry. We’ve been mad hungry for years now. When will it be our turn to eat?
We've been watching you feast for as long as we can remember, our mouths watering at the sight of your plates. We’ve been patiently waiting our turn as you grow fat on what should be our common wealth. We’ve been planning how to get us ours.
Me and my mans have been hunting crazy. We’ve been hunting crazy for months now. Soon, it’d be our turn to eat.
We’ve been prowling in the same fields in which you and yours hunt, in our hands, pale imitations of the tools you use. We’ve been enduring our biting hunger and ignoring the looming dread. We’ve been cutting our losses and pushing on.
Me and my mans have been getting angsty. We’ve been getting angsty for weeks now. We desperately need to eat.
We've been having trouble finding meat. because your people have been hoarding all the food, it seems. We've been starving something scary, and it's been messing with our minds. We’re starting to fear that there is nothing left to eat but you.
Me and my mans have been plotting heavy. We’ve been plotting heavy for days now. We're coming to eat your meat.
