We were all born on days when people died
but you still have to call it a birthday
"> Caspar had a new recruit.
This was like, a way bigger deal than it should’ve been. Caspar never got recruits. The last time he’d mentioned veganism to someone in his Foods class, he’d gotten a spatula thrown at his head. Seriously, what an overreaction. All he’d done was greet his seat-neighbors with a simple “Hello, animal killers” during a Hamburger Tasting event. Close-minded bigots. They were everything that was wrong with American society today.
Except for one girl. Aura Rigby seemed to be the only other person in that class with anything resembling sense. Unlike the other low-life pigs, who mindlessly slaughtered animals for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, with no thought of said animals’ feelings and rights, Aura was taking it upon herself to embrace vegetarianism, the only truly correct way for a human to live his or her life.
Well, okay. That wasn’t quite true. In reality, Caspar tended to frown upon vegetarianism. Veganism was really the true pinnacle of humanity; he’d always thought that eating the excrements of animals (eggs, cheese, milk, etc.) was just as entitled and oppressive as eating the animals themselves. It was more an attitude problem than anything else. It was the idea that so many human beings seemed to have in their heads that animals belonged to humans, to be used and exploited in whatever way said humans wished. The fact that so many people in this country felt justified in taking the lives and property of other living things simply for their own pleasure was absolutely disgusting, in Caspar’s opinion. Plus, meat tended to be shipped like, super long distance, and made with a bunch of gross pesticides, and that shit was super bad for the Earth, man.
But anyways. In this case, vegetarianism was still better than nothing. And maybe he’d be able to swing her towards the vegan side by the end of today’s excursion.
”So,” he began, as they walked into the Food Court at the mall. ”Welcome to this week’s episode of Cafeterias with Caspar.” He laughed dryly. Generally, Caspar tended to avoid food courts. They reeked of corporate, commercial corruption, and their employees were practically slave labor, from what Caspar was aware. Still, once again, he’d be making an exception today. If he could help Aura save the lives of innocent animals, he’d put himself through the torture.
“Does the food court even have vegetarian options?”
”Ah, now that’s the first trick of the trade.” Another dry laugh. ”Every culinary venue, no matter what or where, is going to have a vegetarian option. Now, the owner may be a corrupt corporate puppet, and it may be hidden somewhere, but it’s there, I promise. You’ve just gotta dig, sometimes.” He shrugged. ”Price you’ve gotta pay to be a decent human being. As I always say—hey, wait a second.” Something had caught his eye. A young woman was standing outside of a small booth to their left, offering to passerbys small plastic cups of…was that milk?
Free samples of milk. Now that was something Caspar could not let slide without a fight.
”Excuse me, there! Excuse me!” Caspar strode quickly towards her, running his tongue over his lower lip like he often did when he could feel a rant collecting itself in his throat. ”Are you aware of what this substance is that you’re oh-so-casually dolling out to these poor, innocent customers?” He continued before she could reply. ”That is a mother’s milk, my friend. That is milk that a young, female cow produced to feed her children. And just what makes you think that you’re entitled to steal nourishment from the hands of young children?”
He rolled his eyes, making his way back to Aura. ”Honestly, these people and their indulgences just make me sick.” He clapped his hands together, clearing his throat. ”Anyways, uh, so, what’re we in the mood for?”
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