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The grin on Vance's face almost immediately began to retreat as the lion's pupils dilated to a nearly unnatural degree. His instinct told him to spring off to the side, avoid the bogie.   His body, instead, appeared to be engaging in Plan B: Don't move a muscle and surely this will all go away on its own.  

The plan wasn't sound.

Vance's face was instantly decorated with sliced up produce while the bowl itself hit its target with a hollow thud before dropping to the ground with the rest of the capybara's meal.  The lion's face was slightly damp, his eyes still wide black pits of disbelief.  Slowly his lips began to reel back, putting his razor sharp pearly whites on display in what appeared to be the beginnings of a snarl.

"[color=8d8d8d]Dude...[/color]" he managed to utter out as he looked at the relatively large rodent adorned in noodle debris.  He then moved in, heat in his steps as he aggressively approached the other student.  "[color=8d8d8d][i]DUDE![/i][/color]" he shouted out, now mere inches away from the capybara's nose.  Slowly, Vance leaned in even closer, his lips nearly at the other student's ear.  The lion clenched his teeth, speaking between them in monotone in a sort of raspy whisper...

"[color=8d8d8d]You get the ones behind you. I'll get the ones behind me.  Then we're going to have to book it, but it's our only way out of this with our reputations intact.  Got it?[/color]"  The last words served more as a starter pistol than an actual question.  Before Vance could even read or hear a response, he twisted back to the table behind him and lunged to the side, relieving a couple of students of their beverages that were house in standard disposable cups. The lion proceeded to launch one of them like a football toward an unsuspecting Rhino wearing khakis and a white v-neck shirt that would soon be transformed into a splotchy brown one.  With the other drink, he gave it a wild horizontal swing as if it were a baseball bat, letting the contents flow out like a sticky oceanic wave that crested and crashed on the faces of a group of dapper chimpanzees.

Lance looked back at the capybara with a toothy grin and a mischievously furrowed brow that gave signal to the fact that it was time to unleash mayhem.  With a single, encouraging nod, he wordlessly told his would-be partner in crime that now was his chance to either be a legend or a laughing stock.