I grab some breakfast. Bacon and eggs. Same god damn thing every morning.
Chy leaves her shower and overhears. "No, they don't. They have powdered eggs, microwave sausage patties and milk as usual."
As I move down the line, I think of strategies for the first exercise. Meanwhile, I pick up my breakfast and look thoughtfully down at it. "Why do they feed us this stuff?" I shrug at the thought before walking to the Phalanx table.
Temporarily pause someone? What