Bab 892: Three Angels' Message University III - Small World

Before I could even attempt to do to Quinn what Cass attempted to do to me, every meat-eating student who heard Quinn's little slip looked like deadheads who were trying to bust through the glass partition while every carnivorous alumni in our section either had their stomachs grumble or mouths water from the possibility of meat touching their lips again.

"Uh-oh."

"She… She said steak, right?"

"S-Strip steaks…"

"With g-gravy and mash, perhaps?"

"W-We have gravy and m-mash here though—"

"Not with strip steaks…"

"A-And some fried chicken…"

"Yeah…"

"Steak…"

"And chicken…"

In a matter of seconds, the line that was supposed to be for the cafeteria's food section broke off as they crowded over to us looking like deranged pitbulls that never had their rabies shot.

Even Quinn's intimidating presence was nothing to the chance to eat something with flavor so I had to bust out my signature move and clear out the area.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOM*