I made myself as a coyote chimera from GURPS: Technomancer and realized that a couple of moments in my life would be completely different thanks to the cast iron stomach of the racial template.
That rotten turkey we found on a friend's counter... Yeah, I'd eat that!
In the real world, I about gagged...
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