[center][color=9e0b0f][h2]Ben the Fighter[/h2][/color][/center] 

Ben slid over to sit by Casey, and across from Jake. "[color=9e0b0f]Time to wake up, motha fucka[/color]." Ben joked, his plate full of food and his glass with only the finest uncontaminated water. He gave them a roguish, open mouthed grin as a greeting. "[color=9e0b0f]Hope y'all slept well. I slept like a rock, as usual.[/color]" That thought suddenly struck him as he bent down to scoop a mouthful of food. [i]Man[/i], he was glad he'd never been asleep during all of these catastrophes. 

He'd got to bed at a decent hour, which wasn't usual for him. He did stay up a bit and read some of his book, a lucky find. It was Arabian Nights. It was torn, and a bit worn, but readable and he was totally into those myths. So he decided to keep it for himself and use it for the time being. After that, he got some good shut eye and was understandably hungry and thirsty enough to feed three men. After all, his ki energy did suck up a lot of energy from his body when used. He had to eat like a horse. 
[@Wick][@alexfangtalon]