[ Crowley shoves a whole quarter of the stack into his mouth and doesn't give more than two chews before swallowing it pretty much whole. There is something to be said about snakes and their eating habits. The second quarter disappears much the same way. Crowley knows he's going to regret doing this, he's already regretting the fact he ate so many pancakes, but orders are orders and there goes his third quarter.
And... ] Done. [ there went the fourth. Nothing left but a small amount of syrup. He finishes off a glass of water, maybe he'll sleep for a week after this night. ]
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And... ] Done. [ there went the fourth. Nothing left but a small amount of syrup. He finishes off a glass of water, maybe he'll sleep for a week after this night. ]