fandomhighdorms | Kappa Kappa Gremlin Meeting, After Classes, Friday

"Good afternoon, Kappa Kappa Gremlin," Arthur called, standing firmly at ease in front of the crowd. "Today, Hannibal has devised a test for your mettle..." You could kind of tell he was struggling not to laugh.

And Hannibal was shooting him glares, just daring him to laugh. But, he had better things to do so he turned back to the frat.

"And no, it's not our version of what apparently went on last night on the sixth floor," he added. Dammit, why hadn't he wandered up there? "Today, we're going to see how tough you are in the realm of...food consumption."

"Food consumption," Arthur repeated. He had nothing but a very effective oh-dear-lord-did-you-catch-this-guy-talking face. It was an admirable sign of restraint, really. "Is vital."

"It is," Hannibal insisted like he could make Arthur believe it with just the power of his words. Fat chance but he'd still try. "So, today, we're going to see how many...hot dogs you can eat without making a mess."

If anyone threw up, Hannibal was giving them a mop and a some paper towels.

"Well, you all have your marching orders," Arthur said, by now utterly beaming. He didn't even have to say anything. Hannibal kind of mocked himself. "Get eating."

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Eric Matthews

Illyria

George Cooper

Chuck Bartowski

Andros

Ben Skywalker

Or just shoot the shit while they do their thing.

Now this was something Eric could get behind.

May the best man win! Or get a weiner across the face if he brags it up. We're not ruling out a food fight, here.

This was the kind of challenge that Eric could excel at. His slim build was simply a decoy.

Someone should tell Illyria you're not supposed to swallow them whole.

...Or eat the paper plate.

George was all kinds of impressed, yeah. "Did th' plate taste good?"

Illyria considered this as if the question hadn't even occurred to her. "It was...fibrous."

Fibrous is not a taste, Illyria.

"So it tasted like paper..." George checked.

"I've never tasted paper before. I assume so."

"Think th' hot dog'll taste better," he told her. "Didn' know dog tasted tha' good."

...yeah.

"It was surprisingly flavorful for dog," Illyria agreed. "And less stringy."

"P'haps cause it's all mashed up?" he offered, actually thinking about this now.

"Mashed up." Hard to notice when you haven't been chewing them. Illyria reached for another and broke this one in half to stare at the insides. "I see." She poked a finger at it thoughtfully. "My 'roommate' says that dogs aren't for eating, here. I wonder if he's aware of this."

Chuck was busy staring, rather than eating, which probably wouldn't help him to do well in this particular show of mettle.

Can you blame him? Really? He'd never seen anyone eat a plate before, even if it was just a paper one.

Illyria was always busy staring. It might have been at Chuck this time, or perhaps something five feet beyond his left shoulder and in another dimension.

Well... That was creepy.

Chuck risked a glance over said shoulder, just in case, saw nothing due to a sad lack of dimension spanning powers, and forced himself to look back at Illyria.

Yeah. Pretty damn scary. He was just going to swallow back his nerves over her and eat his hot dog, thanks.

If it helps in any way at all, Chuck, she was mostly just contemplating whether the paper plate would taste better with mustard.

Hot dogs, subs, not much between them, and Chuck was practically an expert at getting footlongs down. Done enough of this sort of competition with Morgan, he thought, to have had pretty good practice.

Stomach like a TARDIS.

Once they've pinged in! And Arthur has stopped repressing his sniggering.

He wasn't going to laugh. Honest.

Well, he was maybe snickering a bit as he read the paper and got to Merlin's bit. Honestly. Smileys, Merlin?

Hannibal thought this was a perfectly fine test of mettle, thank you. Also, he really liked hot dogs. And he was hungry.

And still wondering what the hell went on last night on the sixth floor.

Also when he pings in. Wolf-whistle.

I never realised just how many 'I'm amused at you silly peons' faces Arthur really has until I did this post.

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