If Daisuke was correct, about ten minutes or so had passed in total since the lunch period began, and he was rather unsure of how much more time was left for it. All he knew was, was that not a single bite of food was in his system, his clothes were soaking wet, and he had used up the one bit of ammunition for the Ten Year Bazooka. [b]"Ehhhh,"[/b] he whined as he rubbed his rumbling stomach, walking down the hall. He wondered if he would ever learn the layout of this school. [b]"I'm [i]soooo[/i] hungry!"[/b]

Daisuke rummaged through his bag and looked to make sure that his books were intact, as well as the Ten Year Bazooka. When he saw that they were still there, he sighed in relief. [i]Good, they didn't confiscate it![/i] [b]"Wuuaaahhh! I'd rather almost drown than not have lunch!"[/b] The boy threw his hands up in anguish, his hunger causing his senses to fail in noticing-

[b]"Gupyaa!"[/b] Daisuke screamed as he tripped over Cyril's shoe, landing square on his face.