All I got out of this wank is that those lunches are adorably cute and I'm absolutely buying the supplies to make myself little bento lunches. The other teachers will all laugh at me but I DON'T CARE. I'm well-adjusted like that, purely because my mother didn't love me enough and made me buy the crappy school lunch every damn day. I'm clearly overcompensating now. The desire for little rolled-up lunchmeats is obviously penis envy, and the animal shapes represent my suppressed desire to bite off the head of my absent father. Who needs therapy when you can have bento?

...there. Did I do it right? Do I get my Internets!Psych Degree in the email in six weeks?