* Ziegfried piles into the room, in search of burgers, ribs, or as a last 
resort, chicken.
* Eui-Tae takes a look at the table.
<Ardweden> You see... fruit!  And vegetables.  And what's probably steamed rice.
<Ardweden> There is some cold-cut meat there, yes, but it's probably in lower 
quantities than you're expecting.
<Eui-Tae> (Any bread?)
<Ardweden> (Yup.  Rye and wheat, pick one.)
* Ziegfried is terribly disheartened. Cold cuts are horribly inferior to BBQ. 
But it will work.
<Eui-Tae> (Works for me.)
<Eui-Tae> Cold-cut it is!
<Ziegfried> Ja, dips on the roast beef.
<Eui-Tae> Alright, but I got the ham.
* Eui-Tae looks around for some Mayo.
* Ziegfried walks over to the table, gets six slices of white bread, and all the 
roast beef.
<Eui-Tae> (No white bread Amad, only Rye & Wheat)
* Ziegfried fails to find his white bread, and settles on... uhhh... three of 
each.
* Eui-Tae grabs two slices of rye and two of wheat, half of the ham, half of the 
turkey, and some tomatoes and lettuce.
<Eui-Tae> Hey, did you see some Mayo?
* Ziegfried begins to assemble a sextuple-decker beef, tomatoe, lettuce, and 
whatever Eui left of the ham.
* Ziegfried adds the word "sandwich" to his previous statement.
<Eui-Tae> Well, no matter, some cheese will fix that.
<Ardweden> There is cheese. ^^  A number of different kinds, in fact.
<Ziegfried> Hrm?  Cheese, where'd that go?
<Ziegfried> Hrm... some swiss, provalone, and... ah hell, a little of 
everything.
* Ziegfried assembles a single sandwich about 12 inches deep, and nods in 
satisfaction.
* Eui-Tae grabs a little cheese of each variety, looks at his quad-deacker 
sandwich, and gets a little cold chicken to put in the middle along with 
previously gathered ingredents.
<Eui-Tae> Alright... now all I need is a knife.
<Ardweden> There are knives and forks.  But the knives are butter knives.
* Eui-Tae gets a butter knife and butchers his sandwich.
<Ardweden> It's butchered. @_@
<Eui-Tae> Meh, oh well.
<Ardweden> There are, by the way, chopsticks, too.
* Eui-Tae eats the remains of his sandwich.
<Eui-Tae> (I'll use those later.)
<Ziegfried> Hrm...
* Ziegfried attacks his sandwich, head on, and consumes it in as few bites as 
possible.
<Ziegfried> Ja... Ribs would have been better though.
<Ardweden> It's quite a feat, but Ziggy manages to do it.
* Eui-Tae still seems a bit hungry after his meal. "Man... Now, what else is 
there...
* Eui-Tae eyes some sushi that hid itself in the corner. "Bingo!"
<Ziegfried> Hrm... I think half the turkey is still free to be eaten....
<Eui-Tae> You have it, I got the rest of my meal.
* Eui-Tae gets some chopsticks and attacks the sushi-platters.
* Ziegfried grabs the rest of the turkey, consumes it straight, and then eats 
two slices of rye. It all ends up in the same place in the end anyway.
<Ardweden> Ziegfried's eating habits disgust the GM, but that doesn't stop him.
* Eui-Tae consumes about one quarter of the sushi, then stops eating. "Well, I'm 
done."
<Ziegfried> I'm not.
* Eui-Tae pats his stoumach. "That should put me over till... well, whenever I 
eat next."
<Ziegfried> (What, you've never seen Bob do that?)
<Eui-Tae> (I have)
<Eui-Tae> Go ahead, pig out, I'm gonna see how the new girl
<Eui-Tae> 's doing.
* Ziegfried eyes the sushi, contemplates an angle of attack, and just gives up 
on the chopsticks
<Eui-Tae> (/me kicks the typo demon)
<Ziegfried> Ja, have fun...
<Ziegfried> ... I'll be... right here.
<Eui-Tae> (There are also some other kinds of sea-food, don't forget.)
<Eui-Tae> (Ask Ard if something's there.)
* Eui-Tae walks back to where the rest of the group is.
* Ziegfried grabs the sushi's, and just tosses them into his mouth two at a 
time.
<Ziegfried> Hrm... now, where can I get a good soda...?
* Eui-Tae has left #Planet2
<Ardweden> No soda!  Water and juice.
* Ziegfried keeps looking for a coke machine for a bit, then finally grabs two 
pitchers: one of apple juice, one of orange juice.
<Ziegfried> (If you don't see it coming yet, you don't know Bob.)
* Ziegfried gets an empty pitcher, and pours a third of both juices into it.
<Ziegfried> Hrm... grape juice...
<Ardweden> (Oh, but I do know Bob.)
<Ardweden> There's grape juice, yup.
* Ziegfried finishes his concoction with a third of the grape juice, and a few 
crumpled up grahm crackers.
* Ziegfried looks at his finished masterpiece, grabs a couple glasses, and 
starts downing it.
* Ziegfried searches around for any type of meat which may still be left 
available, and settles upon the fish Eui had been talking about.
<Ardweden> Eew.  Just... eew.
* Ziegfried grabs a big ol' wad of salmon, goes through it to pull away any 
lingering bones, and tosses it into his maw.
* Ziegfried washes it down with another glass of "Ziggy's mystery juice" and 
moves on toward desert.
<Ziegfried> (Dessert, even)
<Ardweden> There... isn't any dessert.  Unless you're talking about fruit, which 
there's plenty of.
<Ziegfried> (Always second best...)
* Ziegfried finally settles upon some oranges, pockets two of them, and begins 
eating the third as he finishes off his pitcher of whateverit'scalled.
* Ziegfried finishes the orange, the pitcher, and a handfull or two of lettuce 
dipped in thousand island dressing.
* Ziegfried nods. "I'll be back for the rest of you in a bit."
* Ziegfried pulls one of the oranges from his pocket, and starts eating it as he 
heads back out to the group.
<Ardweden> (Have yourself walk on into the main channel.  They're still standing 
and talking outside the enterance.)