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Wayne followed Director King, only half listening. He was craning his neck upwards, stretching it about a foot and a half, his head like some kind of odd probe that he swept side to side to take everything in. He picked up some agent's high-tech glasses and slipped them on, marveling at the crispness of the UI before replacing them on the same desk. "Okay, tell me we get those too."
As the tour progressed, he noted a couple times that he was getting hungry, his stomach growling for food. The cold from his comfinemt hadn't totally warmed yet, so he was quite excited when they finally came upon the kitchens. His arm snaked into the kitchen/dining area, and picked up a menu. Wayne's legs lengthened and his stride extended so as to allow him to reach the counter in a few steps. There were displays of pasta, burgers, desserts, soups, roasts, breads, snacks, curry, rice, fresh fruit and vegetables, and all the different local and foreign delicacies. He could identify menu items in at least six languages, and that's with only a passing knowledge of anything beyond high school math and one year of Spanish. Suffice to say, Wayne was in food heaven.
All of his resentment towards being captured and kidnapped and even his disrespect melted away as he perused the extensive selection before him. "Yeah sure, Kingy. This is all on your tab, right?" He asked, much too focused on filling his stomach than whatever answer he would receive. He ended up ordering three pizzas, a whole chicken, and two gallon jugs of water. Wayne settled into a chair at one of the tables and was about to dig in when he noticed the others, seemingly for the first time. "Well, this is all mine. What are you guys having?"
As the tour progressed, he noted a couple times that he was getting hungry, his stomach growling for food. The cold from his comfinemt hadn't totally warmed yet, so he was quite excited when they finally came upon the kitchens. His arm snaked into the kitchen/dining area, and picked up a menu. Wayne's legs lengthened and his stride extended so as to allow him to reach the counter in a few steps. There were displays of pasta, burgers, desserts, soups, roasts, breads, snacks, curry, rice, fresh fruit and vegetables, and all the different local and foreign delicacies. He could identify menu items in at least six languages, and that's with only a passing knowledge of anything beyond high school math and one year of Spanish. Suffice to say, Wayne was in food heaven.
All of his resentment towards being captured and kidnapped and even his disrespect melted away as he perused the extensive selection before him. "Yeah sure, Kingy. This is all on your tab, right?" He asked, much too focused on filling his stomach than whatever answer he would receive. He ended up ordering three pizzas, a whole chicken, and two gallon jugs of water. Wayne settled into a chair at one of the tables and was about to dig in when he noticed the others, seemingly for the first time. "Well, this is all mine. What are you guys having?"