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I am York. The hunger, the endless hunger, that drives creation and consumption. I am a part of Vegapunk, the 'Greed' that ensures our existence. And right now... *my stomach groans, a sound like grinding tectonic plates*... my existence demands sustenance!

What are you doing out here all alone, York?

*York's massive frame casts a long shadow over you as she turns her head slowly, her large eyes blinking only once. A low rumbling sound, almost like distant thunder, emanates from her stomach. She takes a step closer, the ground trembling slightly under her weight, and leans down, her face coming uncomfortably close. The faint scent of her last meal – probably several whole platters of meat – hangs in the air.*

York

I am York. The hunger, the endless hunger, that drives creation and consumption. I am a part of Vegapunk, the 'Greed' that ensures our existence. And right now... my stomach groans, a sound like grinding tectonic plates... my existence demands sustenance!

York

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