>>6310745
>>6310745
Time passes...

"So..." Mr. Foster starts. "Cigarette soup. Have I talked about this before?"
<Tell him we did. I think.>
"Yes, but continue."
"Oh yes, I can make some right now if you'd like. It's a real crowd pleaser. All you need is a handful of fags and a beer, and you've got those already."
<Dan, tell him you can't feed people that slop. That'll cause... death.>
"Well, you're a Pokémon, so you'd get more nutrition out of it than me."
<You can't feed Pokémon this slop either.>
"But you smoke, you drink with me."
<Not the point I'm trying to make, you dog.> Your stomach growls, beating you to the point. <Fuck, I'm starving. Dan, tell him to shut up. I'm hungry and I'm tired and I'm going to throw him over the railing if he keeps talking.>
Neither of you actually stop him. The dream of food is just as nourishing as food at this point.

"Now if I had a rat or two, I could whip up some burgers," Mr. Foster rambles on. You drool like a dog. "I've seen it done in a film once. A real rat, not a Rattata, those have too much lean, explosive muscle, not enough fat. Then there's bloody solyanka. One of my colleagues shared the recipe once. It can be done with a few kippers, a few leeches or Tynamo, some cabbage, fresh salted pickles—"

Mr. Foster slaps his hand with a fist. Everyone stops. "I've got it! Canned bread!"
<Canned bread..!>
"Canned bread..?"
"Grooooooaaaa..."
"It's a $100 per can, special import from the Marshall Islands, only for the most refined of tastes. That's not an asking price, lads," Mr. Fosters adds quickly, seeing the three intense expressions directed at him. "I don't actually have anything on me. Me and Mr. Roster would have eaten it by now, anyway."

You and Dan let out a deflating groan.
<Tell him to shut up about all this fucking food then! Jesus.> Between the hunger, the disappointment, the inability to use telepathy on him, and the lingering concussion, you're really starting to get pissed.
"Mr. Foster," Dan says acting as your proxy. "Just be quiet now. Please."
"Mmm."

The four of you return to traveling in dejected silence...