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“I want it,” Wash said. “In my mouth.”
“Too bad,” Jayne growled. “It’s mine.”
Mal leaned over, snatching it off the table. “As the captain, I get to eat it.”
“No,” Wash insisted, reaching for it. “As the captain, your loyal crew should taste it first to ensure it’s not poisoned.”
“I found the damn thing; I get to eat it!” Jayne hovered behind them, glaring at the entire room.
“Cut it up into pieces,” Zoe suggested. “You each get one. And hopefully it’ll kill all of you.” She shook her head and left. “All this over a damn twinkie.”