Snippet #1264603

(I'll continue the plot after a few more posts. That'll give me some more time to decide between one of the two characters to put in.)

Jake crossed his arms desiring for a trip home. He craved for some edible junk food. Now that Jake paid more attention to the room. It almost resembled an empty refrigator. He shivered at the thought. Jake perked his ears at the following questions handed out. He reached into his left pant pocket, pulling out a bottle of bubble soap and a bottle of glue. "Well...um," Jake hesistated for a moment knowing that the next sentence to come out would surely follow with teasing laughs. "All my range attacks only consist up to with these bottles for right now...and my lighter."

He rotated over to Grey to reply. "I can't really define how annoyed I am at the moment. I am feeling a little p'oed about the way I haven't chowed on any junk food. Don't get me wrong! Metal slips and sneakers do tast okay, but you can never go wrong with brownies or cheese puffs." Jake then gave off a cautious tone. He rubbed his chin slightly. "I can't really give you my name as I can't really trust you regarding if you're a secret agent or a dangerous criminal. Though giving my name won't really do any harm since that Russo man repeated a few times. My name is Jake, I'm a learning chef." Jake couldn't hold out his obsession of cooking.