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