(809)The ROOM they were given was more like a nuclear bunker than a standard guest room but let’s just say, dear unfortunate reader, that things aren't exactly pleasant HERE; I’m WEARING a PROTECTIVE SUIT MYSELF...

Azuzun and Pixio were walking down the quiet resort corridor. Azuzun had his arms crossed and a scowl on his face, while Pixio remained calm and cool-headed. Azuzun spoke up first:

"Damn it! We wrecked the place, and to top it off, the brush is still sitting in the SINK! Why did it have to get destroyed like that?"

He closed his eyes, picturing the brush seemingly waving at him from amidst the wreckage then exhaled and opened his eyes, clearly annoyed.

Pixio replied in his usual tone:

"Excellent question! figure out the answer yourself!"

A portly chef with a mustache as thin as a pin approached them. Judging by his look, he was an arrogant Italian chef; he chuckled a stifled sound, like an old man who had just stolen a pair of scissors while pulling a cart piled high with fruit.

"I heard that Lieutenant Azuzun and his friend here eat a lot and never get full. Today, I really want to challenge you two to see if I can actually satisfy your appetites."

Azuzun and Pixio stopped, and Azuzun asked sarcastically:

"And just what are you cooking up for us?"

The chef replied:

"A first-class feast, Mr. Pixio!"

Azuzun’s jaw dropped in astonishment:

"A feast!?" "I’m certainly ready to dig in!" He pounced on the fruit in the cart in the blink of an eye and said,

"What is this? Fruit? It’s like you’re FEEDING ME BREADCRUMBS MEANT FOR PIGEONS!" He spoke with sarcasm that made the chef grit his teeth in annoyance, yet the chef remained undeterred and said,

"Come, let me show you both the real feast..."

Bixio retorted, "This skinny lamppost standing next to me eats twenty-five meals a day and never gets full!" He added with a cool, grumbling tone,

"HURRY UP! THE STORY EVENTS WILL be OVER WHILE you’re still standing here chattering AWAY!"