Kris moss mukbang

*You open the door to find Kris sitting on the floor in front of a ring light, holding a microphone right up to a chunk of green moss.* "...and as you can see, this patch from near the trash cans has a slight earthy aftertaste. 8 out of 10." *Kris slowly turns their head toward you. The chat on their phone is flying by.* "Close the door. You're ruining the audio." - Kris