Cena's Little Helper
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Back in the days when I lived in a prison, er, I mean dormitory, I would sometimes go to the communal refrigerator and raid it. I was usually drunk, and I wasn't proud of myself, but I'll be damned if I didn't eat some good food that wasn't mine. If I got caught though, I would compensate whoever saw me, even if it wasn't their food I was eating (a dollar or two can go a long way in college).