Sitting at a table playing with his mashed potatoes, Buckshot looked around the cafeteria. He saw methos and Walkingstone chatting it up in the corner, probably talking about phonebooths, screwdrivers and British stuff. EC and his gaggle of Marvel Fanboys were trying to convince everyone who would listen that Superman is in fact the devil. Forever and Slingshot were in deep conversation about pressing matters of a comic nature. Gambler was simultaneously hitting on about five girls at once while fesak and zero edge were on their laptops, submitting stuff even while they ate. All the forumites were engaged in some activity or another and Buckshot was bored out of his mind.
He tried (very hard) to resist that urges he felt when he looked at everyone around him and then at the mushy food in front of him. He tried, he really did, but he failed. Buckshot slowly lifted his tray of potatoes, corn and watermelon jell-o and looked for a target. For some reason his eyes locked on Eternal Chaos. Taking careful aim, Buckshot launched his tray…
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