Colin walked through the door and gazed out upon the vast space full of boxes and containers, within them supplies like batteries, water, toilet paper, and that... that... that... foooooooooooooooooood.
"Wow." the gamer said as his stomach growled.
"What am I saying! I gotta get to Murray!" the gamer said to himself.
As he turned to leave, his empty stomach rumbled louder.
"I'll only be here a few minutes." Colin said as he walked down the stairs over to a vendor pallet that had yet to be unloaded.
Colin ran up and tore the plastic open, greeted by bag after bag of Fritos!
"Well, maybe more than a few minutes." Colin said as he tore open a bag.
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Murray tapped his finger impatiently.
"Where could he be? It's been four hours!" the old man asked.
This was one Navy Officer tired of waiting around for the gamer to show up.
"I'd better go look for him." Murray said to no one in particular, grabbing his glock and shutting the door behind him.
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A pile of empty Fritos bags lay on the floor as the gamer wheezed out. He had managed to eat an entire pallet of the crunchy corn chips and was a bit worn out.
"Oh man, what time is it?" the gamer asked.
He checked his dad's phone and saw several impatient texts from Murray.
"OH CRAP!" Colin yelled as he ran up the stairs and ended up falling off the side, his underwear snagged on a bolt.
"Well, it could be worse." Colin told himself.
"Omigawd, there's a guy here!" a blonde bimbo shouted as she pointed at Colin, prompting more to join her in circling the floor below the chunky gamer.
"Fuck." Colin groaned as he realized his pistol was over by the chip bags
Colin watched the eager bimbos finger themselves rappidly and moan in anticipation whilst his waistband began to stretch out. Every minute it stretched out further, the fabric straining under his weight. And just like that...