Figuring I should let Jacov get some rest, I follow suit and leave in the same direction as Nathan, towards the mess hall. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to beat the rush and instead of getting the corn and steak special, I was served a bowl of the REAF's signature gruel, which always seems to be in ample supply.
Normally I'm able to pipe this stuff down without too much trouble, but today it seems to be especially repulsive. I began playing with the pudgy mixture when a rather mischievous idea formed in my mind as I was watching Nathan eat his meal about a table away.
I scooped up some of the gruel with my plastic spork and bent it back, taking careful aim at his plate. Right as I was about to fling it, an officer behind me tapped my shoulder. I jumped at the sensation, and my concentration was broken as I released the tension on the spork. The projectile was thrown off-course ...
... and is flying straight towards his head.