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<blockquote data-quote="Agamon" data-source="post: 4375972" data-attributes="member: 184">&quot;Yeah...&quot; Yoshi says, nodding.&nbsp; &quot;That would be wicked.&nbsp; Be in commercials and stuff, make some sweet bread?&nbsp; Gonna have to look into that...&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; &quot;Bummer, dude, but hey, don't kid yourself, this elite business is the best thing to happen to all of us, I guarantee,&quot; the Asian teens replies.&nbsp; &quot;Fame, money, girls, it's gonna be the sweet life, man.&quot;&quot;The chick that was yelling at the other chick outside?&nbsp; She sure doesn't hurt the eyes, but that's one helluva temper.&nbsp; Plus, if she is an instructor, good luck getting into those pants, more trouble than it's worth, you ask me,&quot; he says with a grin.&nbsp; &quot;I've met a few of the other girls, there is a lot of potential here, dude.&quot;The two enter the cafeteria.&nbsp; The well lit room has two tiers, tables and chairs dominate the upper tier, which is perhaps five feet higher than the lower tier, which also has tables and chairs, but also an order counter, a cold food and beverage display and some smorg tables containing a number of different foods of all styles.There are a number of students and faculty members here.&nbsp; The ones that stand out are a guy that Nick spoke to in the courtyard, named Erik, a skinny German musician sitting at one table eating and talking to a girl.&nbsp; Neither of you has met the other, but you recognize her as the Arabic girl that Jin Min got mad at, she sits alone, poking at some food on her plate.&nbsp; There are quite a few open tables, as well.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Agamon, post: 4375972, member: 184"] "Yeah..." Yoshi says, nodding. "That would be wicked. Be in commercials and stuff, make some sweet bread? Gonna have to look into that..." "Bummer, dude, but hey, don't kid yourself, this elite business is the best thing to happen to all of us, I guarantee," the Asian teens replies. "Fame, money, girls, it's gonna be the sweet life, man." "The chick that was yelling at the other chick outside? She sure doesn't hurt the eyes, but that's one helluva temper. Plus, if she is an instructor, good luck getting into those pants, more trouble than it's worth, you ask me," he says with a grin. "I've met a few of the other girls, there is a lot of potential here, dude." The two enter the cafeteria. The well lit room has two tiers, tables and chairs dominate the upper tier, which is perhaps five feet higher than the lower tier, which also has tables and chairs, but also an order counter, a cold food and beverage display and some smorg tables containing a number of different foods of all styles. There are a number of students and faculty members here. The ones that stand out are a guy that Nick spoke to in the courtyard, named Erik, a skinny German musician sitting at one table eating and talking to a girl. Neither of you has met the other, but you recognize her as the Arabic girl that Jin Min got mad at, she sits alone, poking at some food on her plate. There are quite a few open tables, as well. [/QUOTE]

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