Cooking Weird Stories in a Punk World

"I was a postman." "Just that kind of person who is very dedicated and very rare." The lights in the cafeteria were dim and warm late at night, and the drunk people lay on the tables and fell asleep. Only a few people waiting for the food were uninterested: "Oh, then how did you come to be a chef in the hunter's canteen?" The cook melancholy cut off one of the tentacled goblin's claws and sighed: "But the monster is so delicious..." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.