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A magical food that somehow fills your stomach and your rage when you get kicked out of the bar. It’s like a donair, but it’s also your second chance at life.
I ate a d-missile and walked home like a boss. The bar didn’t even notice I left.
That d-missile hit me like a brick and a hug at the same time.
After the third shot, I needed a d-missile to survive the walk home.