Log 38: A Revolution?

With Zeal and Virgo gone, I continued my way to the cafeteria.

When I'm hungry, I can't think of anything but food. I'll sit down to do my algebra donut, but my x's will turn into broccolis and my y's will turn into cupcakes! I spaghetti would like to stop thinking about food all of the cake, but I guess I'm just tofu distracted by my stomach.

I sat with my reserved French Toasts and milk at an unoccupied table. Then came Yvette, an acquaintance of mine and a relatively new agent in Team Rocket. She sat down beside me and her Reuniclus.

"Being hungry is a thing most mature adults can endure for several hours at least. It is uncomfortable, yet adults can accept these things and carry on if it is required in caring for the young. The hunger of children however is a cruelty, a gross and grinding foul cruelty that we must work together upon. Such problems should grab our attention and keep it, for a starving and hungry child is a suffering child. Do we love or are we emotionally indifferent? Are we man or monster?"

"I guess," I said with a sweat falling of my forehead. It's usually how I deal with her because of how pyschological and poetic the person is. She then leaves as if that was her only intention, to recite some Plato or Socrates speech about food in front of me.

When I thought I could finally have my meal in perfect solitude, I was approached by a mass of Team Rocket agents. They came and advertised their poster, planning to revolt.

"What the? You want me to join the revolution?"

"Yes! You're annoying friend has gone too far! We demand something in return."

"Who? Zeal?"

They began shouting at my face with agreement.

"Yeah!"

"God, she's been that busy hasn't she?" I whispered softly.

"Well," I pushed the poster away from me. "Why not we do this in a more diplomatic way and avoid any conflict." I grinned, hoping I could get Zeal out of the mess she created.

"There's no more of that!" said the angry mob. "We want justice for our Pokemon! She keeps on ruining them and persistently battling us like she's some kind of trainer in a killing spree."

"Guys, guys, she's bored, give the girl a chance."

"Well, we're bored too!" said one of the persons within the mob.

"And we never attacked her!"

"Sounds a lot like us, Team Rocket, to be honest."

"Huh?"

"Nothing, just me and my mouth. You're not planning to literally get rid of her aren't you?"

"It's just a petition."

"Phew. I thought you were lighting a revolution--"

"--To behead her of course!"

"What? Okay, no! That pretty much sounds like a revolution--an over dramatic one. No, no, I'm not signing and all of you are not going near her."

"Fine then! We won't mess with your friend but tell her stop battling us. We have our own business to take care of."

"K, k, I'll try my best alright. But no guarantees. Yeesh. Just admit it, all of you are bored as well. That's why you're all at me."

"We're not bored."

"Come on. One of you sat beside me to let me think deeper about food!"