Keziah: “No thanks, I’m a fruitarian.”
Max: “I didn’t realize that.”
William: “And, ahm, what exactly is a fruitarian?”
Keziah: “We believe that fruits and vegetables have feelings so we think cooking is cruel. We only eat things that have actually fallen off a tree or bush - that are, in fact, dead already.”
William: “Right. Right. Interesting stuff. So, these carrots...”
Keziah: “Have been murdered, yes.”
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