Slobo had just finished demolishing two legs as well as a thigh of the ice cold fried chicken and he was already grabbing another piece, this time a large breast. [color=ed1c24][b]"Man I will say one thing, Earthlings know how to make some pretty good grub."[/b][/color] He said to himself before he bit into the poultry goodness, which a bite from the top teen was almost half of the whole breast. A series of fried crumbs fell from Slobo's mouth, some finding homes on either his chin or shirt while the others plummeted to the floor and it looked like the alien teen had no intentions of cleaning any of it up. With a near river of chicken grease rolling down his chin Slobo looked back into the fridge only to shout out a hearty. [color=ed1c24][b]"SCORE!"[/b][/color] As he exclaimed this his hand shot back into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of soda with the name [i]Mr. Pib[/i], a brand of soda the otherworlder had become quite addicted to since coming to earth, printed on its side. With his rummaging through Slobo stood up and closed the fridge with his boot covered foot. With a bottle of soda in one hand, a bucket of who knows how old fried chicken in the other, and a beard of crumbs the pale teen was about to make his way back to the room he had already claimed but he was only stopped by spotting some blonde guy sitting on one of the counters waving at him. Slobo raised one of his thick ebony black eye brows for a moment before he said, with a mouth still mashed full of chicken. [color=ed1c24][b]"What are you staring at?"[/b][/color]