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[The first few minutes of captivity had him trying to force the dining room door, or one of the windows. But finally, he stops and just eyes the spread of food- half of which he doesn't recognize, but it still makes his stomach rumble. He hasn't really been eating much, since he can't really cook and doesn't trust food prepared by strangers or drones.
He can hear people in the kitchen -the rest of his 'family' most likely- and so, after wrapping his arms tightly around his traitorous stomach, he speaks, pitching his voice just loudly enough to be audible in the next room.]
I'm guessing we have to eat this if we want out, then? [He sounds faintly amused by this idea. Of all the bizarre....]
He can hear people in the kitchen -the rest of his 'family' most likely- and so, after wrapping his arms tightly around his traitorous stomach, he speaks, pitching his voice just loudly enough to be audible in the next room.]
I'm guessing we have to eat this if we want out, then? [He sounds faintly amused by this idea. Of all the bizarre....]