Cesare Held his Salute with a look of sickness. He had been in the sun all day and hadn't eaten in forever. His stomach was turning over trying to digest itself it seemed. The drill instructor shouted and barked at them, telling them how much of a pussy they all were. With a scoff Cesare looked to the guy next to him and grunted "I mean, I'm OK with being a pussy. My pap always said 'You are what you eat' and this guy's a bag of cocks." He snickered. He eyes drifted to the person next to him who remained unmoving but a slight smile crept across his face. He had heard the joke and that's all that Cesare needed. 
Cesare continued imaging all the ways he knwe how to cook the food he brought with him. He couldn't focus on anything else and began drooling a bit onto his shirt and the ground. His back slouched a bit, his eyes half closed, and a low moan escaping from his mouth, it was certain. He was in his own world.