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The revolting smell filled the room, making me nauseous. As I stuck my fork into its head, the brown, excess oil squished out and the slimy eyes stared at me. As I reluctantly took a bite,

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My face winces as the stomach-churning stench of an ocean of butter and Parmesan cheese fills my nostrils. I stick and spin my fork in the slimy whiteish-yellow noodles. As I raise my hand the oiled down noodles and feel them going down my throat.

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Squiggly lines of dough rough like a sea shell exterior crunched its way deeper and deeper into my taste-buds. The plate was colorless, except for the occasional piece of ham and a splash of runny tomato sauce. The muffled squelch echoed in my ears and made me shutter with fright. I moved around my fork unearthing a mountain of filling which daunted me with the quickening possibility of nausea bubbling in my throat. The cheese fixated on my mouth like gum on a sidewalk. And, it was as unpleasant to experience as looking at gum on the sidewalk. I gagged waiting for the emerging situation to present itself. Quick as lightning I ran for cover to mitigate the effects this wretched dish cast upon me.

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As I picked up the deformed triangle, a slab of slimy cheese jumped off into my plate like it didn't want to be a part of such a concoction. Below, lay a layer of flat and watery bright red paste. While trying to reassemble this creation, the air reeked of oil and garlic. On top of the cheese were dark green leaves that looked like it could offend a tree. Besides that, rubbery white pieces of cubes only seasoned with salt and pepper lay on top. After one bite, it made a loud squelching sound. Following suit with its cheesy coworker, the paste decided that it was too embarrassing to be associated with this rock.

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Looking at the layer of cheese, covered in overly salty and cold pepperonis with dripping with oil, and cold tomato sauce. I picked up the half-baked slice of pizza and took a bite, feeling the hard, cold, and dry pizza in my mouth, making my face twist in agony and disgust. Then, I hear my stomach rumble in pain from how terrible the food was, even my stomach doesn't like it. It was the most disgusting food I've ever tasted.

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As I removed the artificial and hardened plastic off the product with a loud crumple, the wrapping resembling grass clippings compressed together came into view. It felt as if I was touching not a food, but a plane of brittle plastic, colored a dark barf color and dried to the point that if a single drop of water made contact, it would become a hydrated mess of a plant. In the wrapping was small stones painted white and still drying, with chicken, stripped of its dignity, chopped and mushed into cubes, and sauce, resembling a mix of dyed dirt and old oils from who knows where, with a consistency of slime and a color of bark. I was supposed to eat this? And 3 of them?

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As I looked at the messy tomato sauce, it seemed like a toddler had drawn on it. And the cheese is so gooey that it makes you wonder if you can use it as glue. The pepperoni appears to be undercooked, and the crusts seem to have small bubbles ready to erupt. As I eat it, I feel that greasy tomato sauceis so foul.

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It is an amalgamation of the meat of several pigs, assimilated, and ultimately inexorably joined in an unholy meat obelisk. The obelisk has no bones, no skin, and no fat, it is made up of processed meat. "It" has lost all identity, no longer can be called reminisce of the fallen pigs, it has no soul. It is tasteless, has no odor, it is pure sustenance. The only identity it retains is nutrients for the soul.

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The most colorless and unappetizing food filled with fungus and flour, baked to make the bottom brown with dark spots on it. It becomes the hardest rock if left out in the air. I eat the dirty rock and my teeth hurt. Also, the blandest taste now makes me lose my appetite.

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Fried chicken, the meal that should reign as the day ruiner from now on. A large hunk of a prosthetic chicken breast with less water than the Sahara covered in a saddening attempt of crispiness. The feel of pure liver stopping, gut crushing grease evokes in my mind for many drowsing hours of languor from the sheer quantity of abnormally chewy and dry chicken, in which all bites never meet expectations. A piece of fried chicken is impressive in how it can take one of the best and most nutrient-rich and fulfilling foods of chicken and sadden it via humps of grease and poorly layered breading for American consumerism.

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As I look at the steak laying down on the plate it is brown like dirt, as I cut into it blood pours out of it. The texture is like rubber, it is so fat and greasy I can't even cut it there is so much fat. It is terrible

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The wet chunk that greases my hands with its slimy, soggy liquid that slowly explodes as I eat, is disgusting. Foul and vile it is. The inside is cold and damp and feels as though it is a sponge from the floor of a porta-potty.

I take another bite and more slime murders my taste buds brutally. Green liquid runs down my chin and I wipe it away as I take another bite. The fry is burnt with a wet inside. A Rancid odor surrounds me, sour smelling that makes my eyes water. The diabolical yellow food coloring runs off the edge of the fry. Crinkle cut with shaky, sweaty hands. The salt tastes of old glue mixed with shampoo and yet I can't stop eating. Puke yellow and musty odor runs off.

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As I put the fork down into the oil and buttery bowl, my fork lifted all this cold, buttery, and parmesan cheese-filled pasta with so much red sauce that looked like blood and unappetizing. As I put the buttery pasta into my mouth, all I can taste is cheese and butter and nasty red sauce.

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As the fish reached the temperature, I could hear it squealing like it wanted to come back to life. The old bay made it smell like rotting crabs in the Chesapeake Bay. The lemon made my eyes water. Don't even get me started on the garlic... crushed like fungus on a rotting animal in the woods. The bones are like toothpicks coated in WD-40.

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The plate in front of me looks like a mess of bloody fish intestines. Angel hair, with a bright oily glint, covered with blobs of ketchup that resembled clotted blood. Clumps of grayish, misshapen meats glistened with grease.

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Its color is green as a caterpillar. When I take a bite, a hard peel feels like I'm biting a watermelon rind, and these wet tastes of seeds feel like I'm eating a bug's egg. Its gross smell makes me think that I'm in a garbage dump.

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The strong stench of the meat filled the area, as the meat was oozing juices and oil all over the rest of the burger. The cheese was a like a transparent yellow layer on top of the patty. As I went in to take a bite of the burger, the juices and the grease got all over my hands and started dripping everywhere. The feeling that I had at that moment was like no other, I could taste the oil and the grease from the patty, as well as the rubbery hard cheese, and the hard burger buns, which just made it all the more unappetizing.

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A flimsy like chicken bake burned my hands. There were spots of black crust on the stomach of the chicken bake. I took a bite into the burnt edges of the dough. When I looked inside, there was a mixture of a slimy liquid and pieces of solid chicken. The insides oozed out and splattered onto my plate.

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`as I sit down I see this nasty looking food . as I scoop it with a fork the oil rolls down the long under cooked noodles as I bite into a small piece it felt really dry barely any there Alfredo sauce it tasted watered down

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The pasta noodles are so rubbery its like a tire. The noodles are so long i can almost choke on it. The cheese on the pasta makes it all wet and slimy, almost like slime. Then once you take a bite you taste a moldy tasting covered noodle.

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As I went down for dinner I saw it staring at me. The white sticky, difficult to chew rice. The raw uncooked, slimy salmon that looked like it had never been washed. The mushed up green avacado that was already turning brown. All of this was wrapped by a piece black crumpled seaweed. It appeared to be almost like a plastic, a black, recycled, and dirty plastic. I still couldn't believe how someone would even consider this food.

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As I stuck my metal fork into the jumbled mess of noodles and sauce, I heard a loud squelching sound echo through the room. As I lifted my fork out of the mess I heard an even bigger squelch followed by the loud plop of the tire like cylinders that were to big to fit on my fork. The sauce covering the noodles looked a lot like blood and I almost threw up. As I lifted the fork to my mouth I wished I had made something else.

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The stench of foul American processed meat, the oil residue from the overcooked patty dripping down the burger bun. The rock-hard frozen buns, strong enough to take out your teeth. Beyond expired cheese mold, as green as grass itself. This abobanation of "food" before my very eyes.

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Staring at the layer of cold grease and oil over the congealing cheese did my stomach no favors. As I slowly picked up a slice, I could feel the rough cardboard-like texture rubbing against my fingers and a close up view of the sauce which looked to be filled with little specks of dirt.

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I watched my gooey, alien-like, blob of yeast that I had ordered make its way through a river of hot, simmering oil. As it made its way to the conveyor belt the, now fried to a crisp, piece of dough was now coated with a slimy, thick, white coating that looked like it was straight out of a horror movie. As it was placed in a raggedy paper box, my stomach did backflips. I was supposed to eat that sticky torus?