Jesse continued working on lumps of dough, and after that job was done he moved some crates. Afterwards, he swept the floor. An hour and a half passed and Jesse's stomach was rumbling, but he knew it would be at least two hours until dinner.
"At this rate I'm going to be losing weight!" He whined internally as he slouched against a stack of wooden crates. As he did so, the top of the crate came loose. Jesse reached to put it back on, but before he did he noticed inside the crate was some ingredients. "Oh, screw it, I'm starving!" he mumbled as he rummaged through the crate.
At first Jesse couldn't find anything that seemed satisfyingly edible, it was mostly just sacks of flour. Then his hand brushed against something else. "Oh, what's this?" Jesse grabbed the item and pulled it out of the crate. "Huh..." The label read...
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