John spent hours watching Harry argue with a warrior about the type of lawn chair that the Warrior should loot him. After that time Harry finally convinced the warrior to get him a carbon fibre neutron-enhanced oxygen cycling lawn chair mark 2.
It sounds insane. But John was beginning to realize that insanity seemed to be the norm for warriors rather than the exception.
After that, it took Harry another half hour to find someone to cut John's wires. He found an awkward girl with shy eyes and hair down to her ankles who had pit bull torsos for hands. They were different from normal pit bulls as their teeth were razor-sharp.
After a few minutes of chomping and angry Yipping from John's Dragons, they managed to break the metal ropes covering John's body.
Luckily, while John had been watching Harry argue, Band-Aid had healed him to the best of its abilities. So he was able to stand now. As John stood up, he couldn't help but direct his mind to an essential idea.
How long has it been since I've eaten?
John guessed that the time was anywhere between this morning and in a thousand years.
It had been a long day so he couldn't tell the two of them apart.
Either way, John knew for certain that it was some amount of time.
John turned to look at Harry
"Is the mess hall open?" Asked John
Harry shook his head.
"To my knowledge. No. The mess hall is not open." Said Harry.
Oh. Okay.
...…
LIKE THAT'LL FUCKING STOP ME!
John stood before the locked door of the mess hall with a warlike ferocity on his face.
He'd just died. He just killed someone who he'd known. He'd just been publicly ridiculed for the second day in a row. And on top of that, he smelt bad in front of a hot girl. John needed to eat more than he needed to breathe right now.
With a great stomp, John sent himself bulleting forwards. His shoulder slammed into the doorway.
CRACK! With almost no content the hinges broke.
I NEED DAT FOOD!
John's eyes darted around the inside of the cafeteria like a rabid animal.
How do I get into the kitchen?
They were closed. So it's not like they were serving anything at the lineup. Meaning that the only way for John to get a good hearty meal would be for him to sneak into the back.
Down the walkway, blocked off by a metal fence, was a door that was placed along a wall that connected to the open serving area of the cafeteria.
That's where I need to go.
John blubbered forwards with as much strength and ferocity as he could muster. And with a bounce of his belly. He toppled the metal fence before him.
I will get my meal.
Next, he walked up to the light blue door. With one mighty kick, he broke it down. It flew a solid five feet away from John.
"SHIT! WHAT WAS THAT!"
John couldn't hear a word of the screaming.
For he saw food. And there was more than just seafood.
In a listless daze, John wandered towards a boiling pot that gave off a sweet scent. This pot was massive. It had to be at least four feet high and a foot wide. It was industrial class. All the water in there probably weighed more than two hundred pounds.
~Let me taste you.~
But John lifted it with his two flabby hands easily.
"STOP! THAT'S NOT YOURS! DON'T DRINK THAT!"
John could only grin he couldn't hear a word. Because in front of him was a meal. And he NEEDED a meal.
"HAAAAAAAA." Eefrigerator blew a frosty aura onto the boiling stew, cooling it down.
SMACK!
A small fist slamed into John's side. But he didn't feel it. The strikes were too weak.
~Time to eat.~
John brought the stew to his mouth. And he suckled.
{50,000 calories consumed}
~YES! YES!~
"THOSE ARE TO SERVE! YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO EAT THEM!"
~Is there more?~
John dropped the pot to the ground. It slammed into his toe. Which should have hurt. But John was to hungry to care.
In a daze he wandered to his next meal. He found a tray filled with fresh cuts of steak.
~Yummy.~
John started to snatch steaks and throw them into his mouth.
"THOSE ARE RAW! THOSE ARE RAW!"
~These steaks are wonderfully chewy.~
A small hand started grabbing steaks from the tray. So John did the logical thing. He grabbed the hand and stuck it in his mouth. With as much force as he could, he sucked on the hand.
Almost like it was being sucked up by a vacuum, the steak fell down John's throat.
John spit the hand out and started to grab more steaks.
"You know what. This is above my paygrade." Said a voice in monotone.
John didn't notice.
As there were steaks to eat.
{2000 calories consumed}
Yum!
Next John wandered over to some rows rising dough. He scooped up the dough in handfuls and shoved it into his mouth.
{6000 Calories consumed!}
John marched torwards the next meal.
He did this for hours. Until finally the cafeteria ran out of food.
{396,00 Calories consumed!}
{+3 to strength and tougness}
With a sigh, John lay down on the floor. He drifted off to the sensation of a swolen belly and the sound of his babies breathing near him.
John didn't know it. But it was midnight.