omnomnom - OTA

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If there was one thing Fred Dukes was good at, it was sandwiches. Not even paninis or burgers or what have you. He loved to eat, but he was terrible at cooking. No, he was just good at sandwiches. And presently he was making a real bruiser of one.

Two slices of bread, lettuce, mayonnaise, mustard, black pepper, roast beef, ham, turkey, tuna salad,

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[makesppldead]

Sparring with Alyssa had really worked on Wade's appetite. He'd all but skipped his way into the mess hall, whistling as he went along, but stopped dead in front of the counter when he saw Fred's giant tower.

Smirking, the merc stepped beside his rather large teammate, his arms folded behind his back. "Are you going for the world record of largest sandwich or just that hungry?"

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Great. At least this was only Wade. As much of a smart-ass the guy was, he could have been a lot worse.

Lifting an eyebrow, Fred sucked some stray mustard from his finger.

"You ain't gettin' my giant-ass sandwich."

[makesppldead]

Wade smirked wider. "Awww c'mon Freddie. You know you can't eat all of this by-...ok. You can. But that's beside the point."

He gave his best puppy dog eyes, even going so far as to pout his lips. "You know you want to share with your buddy."

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Fred locked eyes with Wade and, without looking where he reached, opened the fridge and grabbed a jar of marmalade. He unscrewed the lid, lifted the top slice of bread on his sandwich and poured marmalade on it.

"Still want it?"

[vainwithabang]

*When Cassidy entered mess, his brow arched in surprise. To tell truth, it had nothing to do with the man's size, and everything to do with the size of his sandwich.

Even the idea of eating that made him blanch. Way too much food and a large amount of calories.

But, hey, whatever, he didn't have to consume it.*

Looks, um, delicious?

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Fred glanced over his shoulder at the young man as he put the ingredients of his sandwich away.

"I reckon." He closed the refrigerator and removed some paper towels. Eating this thing was going to be messy.

"Made it myself, so it better be."

[vainwithabang]

*Cassidy smiled, though his skepticism was obvious. He missed LA. He missed sushi and Red Bull. In truth, he missed the sun and the beach and everything that came with Los Angeles.*

So, hungry huh?

*He didn't mean anything by it, he just wasn't exactly sure how to start a conversation. Seriously, his mind was a fucking mess.*

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Dukes lifted an eyebrow. Asking if he was hungry was like calling the ocean a puddle.

"No bull," he answered. He spread some mustard over a slice of bread. "Don't suppose you want somethin' from the fridge...?"

[123_kaboom]

Katie had a manila folder open in her hands, head down as she studied the document inside it. Not paying attention to where she was going, she suddenly stopped when she nearly ran into the massive sandwich, almost toppling it over. As such, the close encounter made it sway slightly.

Squeaking in surprise, she simply stared at it for a moment, then turned to Fred. "I don't know whether to be awed or frightened," she said with a raise of her eyebrows.

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Hearing a collision, he turned and watched with wide eyes and frozen outstretched arms as the sandwich tower sway. Thankfully it stilled within a second and he dropped his arms in relief.

"You should see me when Wraith makes dinner." He sprinkled a little more black pepper on the sandwich as he spoke. "He's gotta make a helluva lotta grub when I'm around, an' that's 'cause he makes it so damn good."

[123_kaboom]

Deciding that she had to watch this, Katie carefully placed the folder out of sandwich-splatter-range, taking a seat on a chair.

"I can't say I've met him," she said. Noticing a piece of lettuce enticingly poking out, she giggled and asked "Want to play a round of sandwich jenga?"

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"Ohhh no..." Fred chuckled. "I ain't playin' that game. I sure as hell ain't in the mood to clean up that mess."

He got out a 2 litre bottle of soda and considered removing a cup in which to pour his drink, but figured he might just be drinking the whole bottle.

"You want anything?"

[hunt_the_devil]

John stared rather forlornly into the industrial sized fridge wondering whether he should request a guard to be placed on duty to protect certain food items. It was easy to forget just how much food his good friend could put away, especially when you became accustom to just tripling your quantities to ensure he got a suitable amount served at meal times.

Currently the kitchen looked like a swarm of locusts... well actually one rather hungry and determined locust had swept through and consumed whatever lay in its path. Thankfully though just enough beef had been left behind for John to make himself a sandwich.

"You know if you weren't my friend I'd have thumped you one by now for stealin' nearly all the beef." John layered his own sandwich, certainly not comparable in size but still large enough to carter for his needs. Sitting down at the same table as Fred he helped himself to the condiments before taking a bite of his sandwich.

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Fred made the puppet gesture of yapping on and on, rolling his eyes.

"Go ahead and thump me, I won't even notice," he said, grinning. "Hell, at least I left some mayonnaise for ya."

[hunt_the_devil]

"I can feel the love rollin' off of ya in waves Fred," John gestured at his friend with his middle finger before resuming eating his sandwich. It was all meant nicely though, obviously.

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"You don't like the sandwich, you can have an all-you-can-eat Punch in the Face."

Fred could barely finish his joke without laughing, especially since his mouth was still a little full. "That one was lame."

[lightbulbtrix]

Bradley ambled into the kitchen, opening up the fridge. He had been holed up for days now, working on a special surprise for Noriko. However, he had never built anything as complex as a pair of gauntlets before, and it was proving to be a difficult task. But Chris couldn't live off of wiring and spare parts, and so had to occasionally come out for food.

The fridge was conspicuously empty, so he just grabbed a soda and went out into the mess hall. There, the reason for the empty space was clearly revealed in the remnants of a giant sandwich sitting in front of Fred. Bradley grinned and sat down. "Enjoying a light snack, are we?" He hoped his friend could take a joke, otherwise Chris was going to be due for a smack on the head.

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Dukes frowned a little at Bradley, but finally let the remark slide.

"The hermit finally came outta his hidey-hole, huh?"

He held out a piece of the sandwich he had cut. "Y'want some? There's only... a little bit of marmalade on this one."

[lightbulbtrix]

"Hermits still need to eat." He cracked open the can with a loud pop. "I'm just so caught up in trying to restore Surge's gauntlets. Poor girl has been reduced to being on these pills since they got shot up. Plus, I want to improve their maximum eletrical output, so overloads will be less common."

Before he could get a full techno rant going, Dukes offered a piece of his lunch. Bradley looked at the sandwich slice with some apprehension. Having not been present when it was made, there was no telling what Fred had put in it. But beggars couldn't be choosers. He accepted the slice gratefully.