The Hunger Games, you say?

*rubs a plate of collard greens, basted in a tart rose vinaigrette, a half rack of wine infused lamb ribs, and assorted steamed potatoes erotically on chest.*

I feel as if I have heard this before.

You forgot one.

Why not?

Your username sounds delicious.

I wrote "Meathouse Man," after a particularly bad experience that I had at Lottaburger. 

What?

My publishers patience with how fast I write. 

I actually don't go to the bathroom.

GREAT NEWS, EVERYONE.

It has since turned to buttercheese, which pairs nicely with my box of rye cracker-toasts and a nice port.

I have just finished a apple salmon pate seasoned with nutmeg and fire-wheat, on a bed of soured garden sprouts, washed down with a glass of aged black ale.

You don't understand, Ser Dik.

No.

That makes two of us. I don't recall him either.

SPOILER ALERT

Would you say as delicious as a plate of flame seared trouts, topped with lemon butter and pepper-berry jam, and paired with a steamed pickled butter-squash, served on a dented silver plate, encrusted with precious stones polished to a ghostly sheen?

This weekend, I cleaned out my crawlspace, and found the notes for the 7th book.

Hey Guys, check this out….