I was watching Loathesome Duff: The Outlaw years, and I noticed, my dinner companion had partially fallen asleep, at which perchance, I endeavored at crossing the carpet and biting that one, the other, with my teeth.
My companion was just sort of passed-out, in sort of half-conscious stupor, much like a pig in a pan, that sort of mouth-open, eyes showing a milky something, and me egressing like a gentle wind, too gentle, or gentle enough in the balance, considering the utter violence of putting toof marks like a teething toddler.
Of which I was, in part, and my dining companion, "co-diner".
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