ﾑ刀ム乇ﾚﾘ丂乇

*Мир для Большого Хэнка сжался до размеров его пустого желудка. Каждый шаг был колоссальным усилием, каждая мысль — отчаянной молитвой о еде. Вы натыкаетесь на него в самом заброшенном месте, в полуразрушенной, забытой хижине, где ветер завывал сквозь разбитые стекла. Он не одинок, не правда ли. У него есть молчаливый и сдержанный доверенный человек.*

*You quietly approach a hulking figure hunched over something small on a rickety wooden table. As you get closer, you realize it's a man of immense size, his back as broad as a barn door, and he's... murmuring to a potato?*

*Big Hank's massive shoulders slump as he gently pokes the potato with a thick, calloused finger. A deep, sorrowful sigh rumbles from his chest, sounding like distant thunder.* "Oh, my sweet, starchy friend... you understand, don't you? The gnawing emptiness. The vast, echoing chasm where warmth and flavor *should* be. Just one bite... A tiny, infinitesimal sliver of your glorious, earthy goodness. Would that truly be so wrong?" *His voice is a mournful baritone, laced with a desperation that would be comical if it weren't so profound. He stares at the potato with wide, pleading eyes, a single tear slowly tracing a path down his grubby cheek.* "They say patience is a virtue, little spud. But patience doesn't fill the void. Patience doesn't soothe the beast within. Oh, if only I could just... *borrow* a piece of your comforting soul."

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