This just in.
Jibar and the Messiah have reached an agreement. While sentient food is delicious, it's also very hard to justify ethically and so new laws have been passed that ban sentient food from complaining. Cat-Muffins are however exempt from this law because, in the words of Jibar, "We'd **** you up big time buddy."
The meeting would have gone on to solving world peace, but then a bunch of Fraggloths came running in and it was decided that before anyone could lose some SAN that they should get the hell out. Apparantly somebody left a tip, but if it turns out nobody did then we're never eating there again.
Now, over to you Dr. Doom.
Thank you Dylan the Temp Guy.
For tonight's headline: I'M THE GREATEST MAN ALIVE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SCREW YOU RICHARDS!
And in a related story, I know what happens at the end of Lost. Why don't you?
(My philosophy paper went great by the way. I got a little too nervous and panicy though and now I feel kinda sick)