And I've returned. Have decided to forgo the traditional sausage patty breakfast in favor of oat groats. I cook them for approximately the amount of time it takes to travel the distance of one light year, then season with a bit of half-and-half, cinnamon, and some fake brown sugar and Splenda. Mmm. Groaty.
I also roundly enjoy porterhouse steaks from Whole Foods. Mmm. Steak.
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Megan Elizabeth Byrnett. You know better than that. A light year is a measure of distance, not of time. If you had Star Trek collector plates or a shuttlecraft alarm clock, I would repossess them. But since you don't, I'll simply taunt you.
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