50x365 #178: T. Wing

You owned a restaurant, until an arsonist burnt it down, and then became a cooking teacher at a local college. The funny thing was that you couldn’t make Kraft Dinner or Rice Krispies squares. You somehow always managed to serve gritty orange mush and pale bricks we hit with hammers.

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50x365 #177: B. Radar