Poisoned Meat

At the door waited Clint has dressed appropriately. He wore a black button-up dress shirt that supported a navy blue tie. The guests are waiting in the dining hall, sir." "I already know this Clint." Lead the way." Victor followed Clint all the way to the dining hall. The main course was roasted meat stuffed with vegetables. Victor walked up to his reserved chair sitting down breathing heavily. Cross was starting at the roast beef with a strange look on his face. He wouldn't dare to eat food from an enemy. He looked to the side and saw Orion eating his food like a savage. Victor began smiling. Cross was right. The food was poisoned. However, even though it was poisoned, Orion couldn't tell. His immune system was extremely excellent. He could tolerate horrible torture, being poisoned, shot, burned, and even hanged. He was clearly unstoppable. After Orion ate everything on his plate, he wanted a second helping, burping loudly, licking the honey barbecue sauce off his face. He grabbed the rest of the roasted beef, swallowing it whole without chewing. As he was about to choke, he punched himself in his stomach, enlarging his throat big enough so he would be able to digest it without choking. Victor sat on the other end with a smile on his face. If his calculations were correct, Orion would be dead by the end of the day.