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You can nerd/troll online or have the misfortune of dealing with him in person!
OPTION 1: TEXT/BBS
How can you even say that? It's not even a matter of arguing SEMANTICS. Anyone with a remedial understanding of the physiology or biology of the digestive system could make the leap it's essentially controlled acid reflux. It's like if the dilophosaurus in Jurassic Park had even been remotely accurate except on an enormous scale. The corrosive capabilities of the Kaiju's acid are accelerated dramatically. We're talking a pH in the NEGATIVES. It's like Gastric acid on steroids which makes it extremely deadly and effective. AND pretty bad ass. Like, seriously.
Besides the Kaiju wouldn't be the first creature to employ projectile bodily fluids as an offense or defense. We should be glad they're not shooting blood out of their eyes!!
ACTUALLY. That would also be kind of cool.
OPTION 2: ACTION/CONVENIENCE STORE
[ Newt can eat a lot of things--a lot of things that don't necessarily belong to him, which is part of the reason why he's bothered to wander off base at all. It just happened that all of his things were gone or had started to perform an experiment of Darwinism on their own in the shared refrigerator in the lab, so some of his colleague's things had looked more appetizing. (This is, of course, not long after the conversation turned argument turned begrudging agreement that not all refrigerating devices are acceptable for storing things not meant for human consumption. But isn't easier to replace a Hoagie than it does vital organ tissue? Whatever.)
The point is a brain that works as hard as his needs something a little more than the same rations day in and day out. His mind needs variety and excitement in forms of puzzles, problems, and proteins, although he's feeling more like the quick burst of carbohydrates. Which he knows shouldn't come in the form of a Twinkie, but damn if he can't choose the way he dies.
Of course, as if all contractors had the same idea--or perhaps there's just one really skinny guy out there picking up all the lucrative convenience store and gas station deals--the aisles are cramped, over-packed, and not the easiest to navigate. Newt grabs the slow death that high-fructose corn syrup provides and takes a step back and onto something that isn't the floor. ]
--Oh sh--...sorry!
How can you even say that? It's not even a matter of arguing SEMANTICS. Anyone with a remedial understanding of the physiology or biology of the digestive system could make the leap it's essentially controlled acid reflux. It's like if the dilophosaurus in Jurassic Park had even been remotely accurate except on an enormous scale. The corrosive capabilities of the Kaiju's acid are accelerated dramatically. We're talking a pH in the NEGATIVES. It's like Gastric acid on steroids which makes it extremely deadly and effective. AND pretty bad ass. Like, seriously.
Besides the Kaiju wouldn't be the first creature to employ projectile bodily fluids as an offense or defense. We should be glad they're not shooting blood out of their eyes!!
ACTUALLY. That would also be kind of cool.
OPTION 2: ACTION/CONVENIENCE STORE
[ Newt can eat a lot of things--a lot of things that don't necessarily belong to him, which is part of the reason why he's bothered to wander off base at all. It just happened that all of his things were gone or had started to perform an experiment of Darwinism on their own in the shared refrigerator in the lab, so some of his colleague's things had looked more appetizing. (This is, of course, not long after the conversation turned argument turned begrudging agreement that not all refrigerating devices are acceptable for storing things not meant for human consumption. But isn't easier to replace a Hoagie than it does vital organ tissue? Whatever.)
The point is a brain that works as hard as his needs something a little more than the same rations day in and day out. His mind needs variety and excitement in forms of puzzles, problems, and proteins, although he's feeling more like the quick burst of carbohydrates. Which he knows shouldn't come in the form of a Twinkie, but damn if he can't choose the way he dies.
Of course, as if all contractors had the same idea--or perhaps there's just one really skinny guy out there picking up all the lucrative convenience store and gas station deals--the aisles are cramped, over-packed, and not the easiest to navigate. Newt grabs the slow death that high-fructose corn syrup provides and takes a step back and onto something that isn't the floor. ]
--Oh sh--...sorry!
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The fingers of his left hand are wriggling out from beneath his pile of sweets to reach for the lemon pie. Once he's able to grasp it, it's absorbed into the fold.]
Thank you. The Jelly Bellies are two aisles down. They have those caramel apple suckers, too, and Nerds ropes... The pickings aren't too bad. [His voice is almost approving.] I come to this convenience store all the time. They restock pretty frequently. [Maybe because Sytry keeps eating everything.] So I rely on it for my after school snacks. Do they have any cherry pies, or is it just the lemon?