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Today, here on Eustachia, it’s a different ballgame altogether.  First of all, they don’t eat anything they can cook.  My guard in his white apron serves me Eustachian wafers at prescribed intervals.  Though they come in different flavors, I’ve yet to distinguish any difference between them.  Imagine a piece of hide from a zulkof, maybe a baby zulkof (if you’re lucky), that you chew and chew and chew, turning it over in your mouth again and again, sucking down the juices, before finally—if you’re a foreigner like me—spitting it out in sheer fatigue and boredom.  One thing I must say for it: it does kill the appetite and stall the cramps for a while.

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