User blog comment:MichaelDiaz101/Bully RP/@comment-2109247-20110629000000

I entered into what appeared to be a cafeteria, only by "American" standards. An oncoming fizz started to interrupt my stomach. I didn't really feel like eating anything, but I doubt that they'll be serving food later, so I have to eat now. I hesitated for a second, and saw that all the food utensils were organized in a bar to the right of me. I grabbed a tray and fork. I wasn't very sure what all they used here in America.