Chương 251: >Main recording: 3
Location: Main hallway
[door opens]
[yelp of surprise]
B1: What the hell 4?
B4: [chuckles] hey Chief.
B1: let's out a sigh of relief] What are you doing outside my room kid?
B4: Was about to ask if you're ready for rations.
B1: hm?
B5: come join us 1!
[B1 hums before letting out a chuckle]
B1: did you guys seriously set up uh... What are they called again? [snaps fingers as they think]
[footsteps]
B1: It ends with an 'ic' sound. Uh... [more snapping]
[sounds of shuffling before another door opens]
B2: [sniffs] I uh... hey what's going on here?
B5: [giggles] Heya 2. Just in time!
[footsteps]
B2: [chuckles] You guys seriously made a picnic? How'd you even have the ti-
B1: PICNIC! That's what it's called! Fucking damn it!
[everyone else laughs as B1 groans]
B1: I was so close 2. So close!
B2: was... Were you really trying to figure out what a picnic was?
B1: no no, the fucking word! I forgot the word so I was tryina sit here thinking about what it was.
B4: heh, can't you tell from the smoke?
[more laughs erupt]
B1: oh ha ha. I wasn't thinking /that/ hard!
B2: [giggles] sureeee you weren't 1. You sure you didn't burst a blood vessel? You're turning awefully red.
B5: Ah, this must be what happens in old age.
[more laughter as rummaging is heard]
B1: Oh shut up you shits! It's 3 years okay? JUst 3 years older!
B4: that much difference is pretty big chief-here
[hands them something]
[B1 grumbles as they unscrew something]
[things quiet down aside from general eating noises]
[B5 let's outa sigh]
B5: anyone got any biscuits?
B2: I think I still have a few stashed away...?
B1: well bring them here!
[B2 giggles as footsteps is heard]
B2: [distantly] you all owe me more next time!
B1: [snorts] s'not our fault that they didn't send up biscuits this week.
B4: guessing they want us to get used to whatever new fucking formula they used.
B5: oh thank FUCK it wasn't just me. I thought I was going crazy, it tastes /worse/ than usual right? Like I thought the usual mixture was pretty damn bad but this taste like what goes in and out of a kid.
B4: Must be really bad if it knocks something like that into your memory, i'm surprised you even remember what a kid /was/.
B5: [snickers] oh come on, it's hasn't been that long!
[footsteps]
B5: would you rather I say it looks like what goes through the waste room?
B2: [mockingly gags] 5 why the hell would you remind me of that.
[The sound of plastic is heard as B2 hands everyone something]
[More rustling of plastic and several grunts of struggle]
B1: Come on kids, let's /not/ talk about shit while we still have biscuits yes? It's times like these that I remember that i'm older. Who talks about shit while eating anyway?
B2: [giggles] Don't you know oldie? it's the way us youngins talk now.
B1: [Their grumbling is muffled by whatever they are eating]
B1: [gulps] I'm just saying! Can we not spoil our food? save the shit talking for later, this time quite literally?
B5: [laughs as they pat B1's back] Sure sure gramps.
B1: [groans]
[the group continues to eat and make small talk]
>recording max
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