It was I who ate your sandwich. Yes, I saw your name written on the bag.
I regret nothing.
I will do it again infact.
Your threats of licking all future food items only entices me more. Your saliva would only be one more delecious condiment of my victory in your lunchless misery.
What does desperation taste like? I shall soon find out I think.
There is nothing you can do, you will not catch me.
I am a sandwich stealing spectre.
the one with the full belly