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trans_92010-06-21 03:15 pm
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Bendytime to before Shore leave
Iniss stared at the goop, poking it with the edge of his spoon. He'd selected a table just off center of the room. Not one of the corners, no, people hid in the corners when they didn't want to be found.
Which meant that was the first place anyone looked.
< Soylent Green is People. > Tom offered, as far withdrawn from his taste buds as he could currently get.
< I really don't care what it is. It provides what I need to survive. >
< But it tastes disgusting. >
< It's still food. Starvation wouldn't suit you any better than it suits anyone. >
< Ugh. >
He looked at the food, shrugged and took a bite.
It didn't matter what it tasted like, it was food. That was all that mattered.
Which meant that was the first place anyone looked.
< Soylent Green is People. > Tom offered, as far withdrawn from his taste buds as he could currently get.
< I really don't care what it is. It provides what I need to survive. >
< But it tastes disgusting. >
< It's still food. Starvation wouldn't suit you any better than it suits anyone. >
< Ugh. >
He looked at the food, shrugged and took a bite.
It didn't matter what it tasted like, it was food. That was all that mattered.