"I'm not hungry right now... I have a lot on my mind...." Colin said, "besides, wouldn't it be more resource efficient if I didn't eat?" Colin asked.
Donavan's wife narrowed her gaze.
"I mean, look at this guy!" Colin said while grabbing one of the muscle bound grunts. "He's a big guy! Big and strong! Surely he needs to eat more!"
The woman stood there before sighing at letting out a frustrated "Fine."
It was fine... mostly. The hunger dulled Colin's focus and his reflexes visibly, his shots sloppy and badly aimed. Yet, the group trudged on. Afterall, time was of the essence. The carried through the wilderness, stopping only ever so often, Colin saying no to food every time. So it went for a week until the others finally got fed up with Colin's hunger strike. His stomach had shrunk visibly, and his terrible aim was getting in the way, even costing them a team member via miss directed headshot. (Blood was splattered across a tree as Colin keeled over.)
"That's it Greys! You're eating now!" Donavan's wife yelled as she geabbed a fistful of meal worms.
"N....no! Not that! No!" Colin cried out as the wriggly bugs got near his mouth.
Just then...