"Not one of you guys again," I sighed. I handed over my pita; it bulged with lamb, lettuce, onion, tomato, and tzatziki sauce. I gazed at my lunch longingly as the raider stuffed it into his mouth.
"Mffrr mgphm rmrugh miggh!" he said with his mouth full, fleeing into the distance.
I vowed to start buying gyros at a different location.
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