[ Strange looks through the book, reading the ingredients—though it's obvious one particular ingredient mortally offends him. He wrinkles his nose, shudders a little bit, then pushes the book back to Alucard. ]
Perhaps the dying agent is simply to hide the pineapple. What a loathsome fruit.
[ He says the word 'pineapple' with complete disgust and distaste. ]
Still, I don't understand the appeal either. I had one of those disgustingly bright drinks earlier, something involving apples, and the entire time I kept wondering why someone would choose to drink something so artificial.
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Perhaps the dying agent is simply to hide the pineapple. What a loathsome fruit.
[ He says the word 'pineapple' with complete disgust and distaste. ]
Still, I don't understand the appeal either. I had one of those disgustingly bright drinks earlier, something involving apples, and the entire time I kept wondering why someone would choose to drink something so artificial.