At least we all retained a bit of humanity after all that happened. I preferred being human, and thankfully I was still like my previous self.

"Er... no thanks. I prefer hospital food over spicy food." I really wanted to eat, but... if I couldn't tolerate spices, then God knows what would happen if I were to eat something spicy. Would I die? Would I be set on fire? "You know, I'm like... intolerant to that stuff." What really baffled me was their cooking - how did they even manage to make lunch during such a serious event? They got all this Mexican food out, while the city was probably burning and being looted as usual. I looked outside a window before settling back into reality, dragging a seat and sitting with everyone else. I was the most uncomfortable out of everyone else around here, ironically for a slime who could morph his waist to the seat. I simply sat their, with no (observable) attempt to start cleaning the table.

[i]Dear lord, if you can help me get through this lunch without making a mess- wait, we've already just diverged from the roleplay. AND BY HOW MUCH?![/i] Ah, crap. I forgot this portion of the roleplay. At this point, we kinda returned... or, we may have entered some bar...

"Hey, anyone familiar with The Beach House?" Er. That was supposed to be introduced after the second plate. Oh well, here goes...