<blockquote class="uncited"><div>The sphinx replied, "The breakfast of doom. A 12 egg omelette with a 10 oz honey roast gammon steak with pineapple, and mushrooms, black pudding, hash browns and half a loaf worth of fried bread. Not for the faint of stomach."</div></blockquote><br/>Chris blinks, jaw opening slightly. "Wow. Straight from the frying pan of Sauron himself." He rolls his eyes. "If that was anyone else, your thighs would look like treetrunks. 'course half the time your thighs look like treetrunks anyway, but, y'know." He grins mischeviously and settles back, taking another bite of his toast.<br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Maybe... but right now, we need to work out a play list for our demo track, and figure out how best to promote ourselves. I said I'd ring round some of my old club contacts from my bouncer days and round up some more gigs. I can probably rework some famous rock songs with vore inspired lyrics as well."</div></blockquote><br/>"That'd be good, yeah. I have a couple of song ideas floating around in my head, nothing really vorish, just...riffs, really, not much in the way of lyrics."<br/>((This is where the ripping off starts. :3 If we're making a 5-track demo, any requests for songs?))