3rd Slice [Voice]

[thepartydude]

[Mike sounds like he's trying really, really hard not to freak out.]

Uh ... I don't wanna cause a panic ...

But I think the boat's like, on fire.

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[ecopiracy]

[This is much to the amusement of someone who lives on that deck.]

Shall I be the first to extend my welcome to the eleventh deck of the ship?

[thepartydude]

Uh ... thanks?

[ecopiracy]

You're quite welcome.

Really, though, feel free to set up a chair and take a stick to roast one of those sticky balls of sugar. The disturbing illusion of the ship going up in flames adds an interesting flavor, I think.

[thepartydude]

"Sticky balls of sugar"?

You mean marshmallows?

[Mike is horrified. Does this guy really not know his junk food?]

[ecopiracy]

"Marsh mallows?" Those things grow in marshes, then?

[That would be a "no," Mikey. An utter and resounding no.]

[thepartydude]

[What. WHAT.]

Dude ... bro ...

[dfkjsdhfkjhsjk]

You need a lesson in junk food, STAT.

[ecopiracy]

[Phoenix is taken aback.]

What?

[Then he folds his arms and snorts.]

I have had plenty of experience with food of a questionable nature, thank you very much. I have no desire to eat "junk" when it is not absolutely necessary.

[It doesn't occur to him that Mike might be using a different definition of "junk."]

[thepartydude]

No dude, like ... candy? Chips? Pork rinds?

It should be loaded with salt and MSG. And if you can pronounce half the ingredients on the pack, it's not junk food.

This is like, the best food in the world!

[ecopiracy]

...desserts? Appetizers?

[Phoenix is out of his depth here, Mike. Way, waay out of his depth. Is it becoming obvious yet?]

Honestly, the pronunciation of most ingredient labels escapes me, as the writing most common on this ship is completely illegible to me.

[thepartydude]

Dude. We need to educate you.

Meet me at the gift shop.

[ecopiracy]

...

[Somehow, Mike has managed to pique his interest. Phoenix hesitates, then starts making his way toward deck 8. Makers, what is he getting into?]

Very well, but... who exactly am I looking for?

[thepartydude]

Look for the giant ninja turtle, dude.

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[ecopiracy]

[...he's not even going to ask.

And within a few minutes, he doesn't need to, because there in the shop is...

...a giant ninja turtle.

Phoenix clears his throat as he approaches the... young man?]

I don't believe we properly introduced ourselves over the comm. My name is Phoenix. And you are...?

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[thepartydude]

[Mike already has his arms full of junk food and assorted goodies, and he peers at Phoenix over the piles. That guy has some weird ears.]

Michelangelo. You can call me Mikey.

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[ecopiracy]

[Says the talking turtle. Phoenix catches him staring and lifts an eyebrow.]

A pleasure to meet you... Mikey.

[He likes the sound of "Michelangelo" better, but since the turtle has already stated his preference, he'll honor that wish for now. The full name can be saved for more serious matters. And speaking of the matter at hand...

He eyes the packages dubiously. A few of them he has seen before. Most of them he has never tried.]

So, this is all... "junk" food? "Junk" implying that it has no redeeming value?

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[thepartydude]

Right on.

[Mike leads Phoenix out of the gift shop and over to the casino, where he dumps his finds on the top of the nearest Black Jack table.]

Junk food is empty calories, man. High in sugar, high in deliciousness. Here.

[He hands Phoenix a Ding Dong.]