Chapter 2664 Fantasy Man:>Ep28

Sam shrugged and kept moving. Corbin tried not to sigh and followed him. It was hard to resist the pot pie, one of the cafeteria's best offerings, but he opted for the turkey meatloaf, which approximated the taste of ground leather. Sam, as he always did, grabbed everything in sight, but he was tiny and could eat all weekend without gaining a pound. Corbin swung by and grabbed a salad, and by that point, Sam was shooting towards a table near the windows. Prime real estate in the cafeteria -- if you didn't nab a seat there early, you weren't going to get one.
Corbin wasn't too far behind his roommate, but by the time he got there, four wings had already been sacrificed to Sam's all-consuming gut, the bones stacked crossways. Corbin slid into the seat across from him as Sam tore into his fifth.
"How's it going? Been a while."