#faash

The two commando teams of the bygone Tribal Alliance have been summoned to a chamber. All sit around a table, where a few boxes of pizza have been set out. Bierk comes in with another stack, using his four arms to carry it easily. He places the last of the boxes down and has a seat beside Arias.

Cameraman: Okay, that's everything. Alright guys, have a taste. Tell them what you think.

Lyssta: Why were we picked for this?

Cameraman: Variety, I guess. Oh, and if you have to vomit, please do it off camera.

Creatures open the boxes and start taking slices, including Faash and Viqtarr, who also sit beside each other.

Faash: Sarah said this was safe for Danians to eat. But if she's wrong, she owes me.

Viqtarr: Owes you what?

Faash: First, something to heal my stomach. Second, a lot of chocolate.

Viqtarr: Make sure you don't eat too much of that.

Faash: Make sure you don't eat all this pizza, if I like it.

Viqtarr: Can you stop with the jokes? I thought we were friends...

Faash: Alright, you have a point.

Ghatup: He's right, Faash. You wouldn't wanna end up like Wamma.

Viqtarr: Is that why he's so fat? Sarah gave him too much chocolate?

Faash: No, he's just always been fat. (Chewing) Alright, this pizza is actually delicious. What are the toppings?

Cameraman: The red dots are pepperoni.

Faash: Yeah, I know those.

Cameraman: The pinkish-brown meat's bacon.

Viqtarr tries a slice of bacon separately. The taste brings a grin to his furry face.

Viqtarr: Hey, that's pretty good. What's it made of?

Cameraman notices Nebres is among the eating commandos.

Cameraman: I don't know, it's not a thing where I live. Anyway, the black rings are olives, the green things are peppers and you probably already know those are mushrooms.

Ghatup: It's very greasy, but tasty. Beats our rations, that's for sure.

Lyssta: It could do without the mushrooms. No offense, Danians.

Faash: Hey, I'm in the same boat as you. After getting around Perim and trying food outside our tribe's? I don't wanna go back. The upside to these players idolizing us? They'll bring us food whenever.

Malvadine: Like Peyton. That's not why we let him scan us. He's a good kid.

Arias: This uh, tastes good. Can I get a box for myself after this? With extra olives.

Cameraman: I'll get one of the OverWorld fanboys on it.

Viqtarr: And you guys call me fat.

Arias slings a separate slice, aiming for Viqtarr's face. Instead, the bear catches it in his jaws. Laughter among the commandos.

Viqtarr: (Chewing with mouth full) That's why I'm the strategist. See how ready I was for that?

Arias: Whatever.

Bierk: Uh oh, you made him mad.

Arias: (to Bierk) You're only here because you had two sets of arms to carry the pizza.

Bierk: Hey, I'm interesting. Have you cannonballed in the Lava Pond before and lived? I bet more players use me than you.

Arias: Your tribe's the least played, I hear.

Targubaj: This kind of human food is nice, but it makes me feel worse after.

Tassanil: That's why they call it junk food. Which reminds me. (To cameraman) Might I ask who in Chaotic makes the food?

Cameraman: Probably the robots. We've got healthier choices if you're interested.

Targubaj: Sure.

Faash: Well, this food's staying down. I could go for a few more slices.

Ghatup: Better hurry, Ultadur seems to love this stuff and there's a reason he's banned from the parkfew eating contest.