I will personally forge humanity into a truly eternal fourth-class civilization, then watch as the footprints of mankind tread every corner of the cosmic fiber network.
As Harrison Clark, I'm resolved to do this, so I will do as I say.
After washing his face with clean water, Harrison walked out from the bathroom.
Laid out on the dining table were enough sandwiches, hamburgers, and bread to serve ten people, as well as a large pot of rice porridge.
Carrie Thomas wasn't good at cooking and usually kept her hands clear of kitchen chores.
Back when they were just roommates, Harrison would cook to save living expenses. Carrie either ordered take-out or ate out, never cooking a meal herself, so having her prepare a hearty Chinese breakfast would be quite challenging.
The fact that she could get up early and make a simple yet hearty breakfast was quite unusual.
Harrison, for once, didn't gobble up his food, but tasted it bit by bit.
