Yet another intercom jingle sounded, and the nurses, anticipating the Head Doctor's orders, already began grouping around the patients as he began to speak
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This place being a simulation was swiftly becoming more hope than theory. In a simulation, Ratchet wouldn't have to worry so much about figuring out what was wrong with Depth Charge, or about the fact that a very dangerous enemy was murderously angry at him. There was also the matter of Lugnut, who he'd nearly forgotten about, since, in a simulation, his presence was unimportant. If this were a physical location, though, then Lugnut being here meant that he was definitely not in Elite Guard custody any more.
This was all getting more baffling by the cycle. On top of everything else, everything he was expected to ingest during this particular refueling period smelled extremely odd. Also, the pile of...whatever that was on the plate reminded him vaguely of something Sari had purged when she'd gotten a virus last winter. Ratchet wasn't touching that.
Well. What a fitting way to end a remarkably infuriating day. At breakfast, von Karma had run into the idealistic young girl who had witnessed him fleeing from that demon last night. Then he encountered that wretched idiot Kibitoshin in the greenhouse, reminding him of what happened to him on the day following his experimental torture. And now... he had just learned that the Head Lunatic had released -- released -- the brat, of all people
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Driven solely by the fact that he was tired of feeling shaky and weak from low fuel reserves, Ratchet focused his attention on the white stuff (with garnish of mysterious brown stuff), the only part of the meal that didn't have a weird smell. It somehow managed to be even colder than the plant chunks had been, but it made up for this by not needing to be chewed. Much better.
There was nothing else to look at, and so Ratchet found himself studying the method his roommate used to eat the disgusting pile they'd been given as a fuel source. It was strange, how dainty the man was about consuming something so foul.
Engrossed in his thoughts as he methodically twirled the spaghetti against the bowl of the spoon, the starchy strands amassing into neat bundles around his fork, von Karma had already taken a few bites before he noticed that the other man was staring at him. Already at the end of his patience, the prosecutor set down the utensils and shot a scathing glance at his roommate.
After a moment of casting that baleful look, von Karma snapped his fingers at the man. "Insolent fool. Has no one taught you how rude it is to stare at someone while he's eating?" Then his gaze fell upon the other's plate. Scoffing at the mess upon it, he continued, "Hmph. But why should this surprise me? Your table manners are deplorable. Just like the rest of the idiots in the general masses. Not a single one of you seems capable of learning how to eat spaghetti properly."
I just know they're going to be BFFwar_woundsFebruary 10 2010, 18:32:10 UTC
Oh, that organic did not just snap his digits at him! To say nothing of what the man had actually said... After a moment's sputtering (and meatbag static just couldn't achieve much nuance, could it?), Ratchet got his vocalizer working again. "Well, look who's Mr. Polished Chrome! Spaghetti, is that what this slag's called?" Even the word sounded unpleasant.
Struck by sudden inspiration, and too incensed to consider whether or not the idea was a good one, Ratchet picked up a handful of the stuff, wincing at the squishiness of it. "You're the master then," he said, a devilish glint in his optics. "Show this idiot how it's done!" With that, he lobbed the glob of noodles and sauce at the uppity organic's face.
This was all getting more baffling by the cycle. On top of everything else, everything he was expected to ingest during this particular refueling period smelled extremely odd. Also, the pile of...whatever that was on the plate reminded him vaguely of something Sari had purged when she'd gotten a virus last winter. Ratchet wasn't touching that.
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There was nothing else to look at, and so Ratchet found himself studying the method his roommate used to eat the disgusting pile they'd been given as a fuel source. It was strange, how dainty the man was about consuming something so foul.
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After a moment of casting that baleful look, von Karma snapped his fingers at the man. "Insolent fool. Has no one taught you how rude it is to stare at someone while he's eating?" Then his gaze fell upon the other's plate. Scoffing at the mess upon it, he continued, "Hmph. But why should this surprise me? Your table manners are deplorable. Just like the rest of the idiots in the general masses. Not a single one of you seems capable of learning how to eat spaghetti properly."
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Struck by sudden inspiration, and too incensed to consider whether or not the idea was a good one, Ratchet picked up a handful of the stuff, wincing at the squishiness of it. "You're the master then," he said, a devilish glint in his optics. "Show this idiot how it's done!" With that, he lobbed the glob of noodles and sauce at the uppity organic's face.
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