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"Eugh!" Gaius made a face and laughed. "I think I could go without that image, thanks!"

Arms full of bags of artery-clogging chips and pastries and jerky and popcorn and just about anything else you could want to munch on during a movie, Gaius followed after Marshall back towards the entertainment room.

"Maybe after this movie's done I can choose the next one!"

"Metabolism?" Gaius grinned innocently as he dumped the stuff across the table.

"Bah, all right. I'll find something with some humor... Uh, how about True Lies? Arnold's always good."

He flopped back down on the chair and grabbed a bag of cheetos, intent on getting his fingers properly coated in that wonderful fake-cheese powder.

Gaius laughed, scrunching up his face as the zombie proceeded to cheer with the victims' heads as pompomps. "Ooo, that's not right!"

"Huh?" He glanced back at Marshall, surprised by the question. He ran a hand back through his hair. "Er, not really... I guess I could call the labs and ask, but I don't really want to... I figure I'd rather live in ignorance and enjoy my time without worrying about eventually losing my legs or something."

He went quiet for a bit, watching the TV, then spoke up again thoughtfully. "I have been thinking though... I figure they like doing odd things to people, right? Well, I've done some camping and stuff... maybe they'll turn me into some kind of bear. Eat honey and the like." He turned to look at his friend, a brow raised inquisitively. "What about you? Any idea yet?"

"A dog? You think so?" Gaius frowned, running a hand back through his hair. "Hrm. Maybe. What makes you say that, anyways?"

He glanced down at the penguin on Marshall's shirt, raising an eyebrow back up at him. "Penguin? Wow, they sure don't choose animals suitable for the environment! I can see you as a penguin, though. With one of those bow-ties and stuff. You could get a job as a waiter then!" He laughed jokingly, elbowing Marshall.

"Yeah, you'll always be you! Just like no matter what, I'll always be Gaius! The same old boring guy who likes food too much for his own good!"

A thought struck him and he turned to Marshall with a grin. "Hey, do you like cooking?"

"We should so have a potluck night or something. Grab a bunch of random stuff from the cafeteria, see what we can do with it... it'd be awesome!" Gaius nearly bounced with eagerness. If there was something he loved more than food, it was cooking it. "We could grab some movies, maybe get a couple other guys to join us..."

Gaius watched as the horrible horror movie wound down, getting up to pop it out of the TV. "Alright, my turn to choose! After that, we need a classic..." Digging around amongst the movies, Gaius held up a box triumphantly. "Ha! Terminator 2!" He popped the movie in before Marshall could protest and settled back on the couch.

Enjoying a freshly opened soda, Gaius watched the movie a bit before asking Marshall, "So, who told you about the place? Have you met anyone changed?"

Gaius's eyes widened as Marshall rambled off the list. "Holy cow... I don't even know half those people! When I first got here, I ran into Cass..." Gaius looked down, blushing shamefully. "I was told the place was a theme park... I thought she was in a costume. I ran up to her and... lifted her tail. I wanted to see if she ran on treadmills... You can imagine she wasn't exactly happy with that!"

He sat back, shaking his head. "Still can't believe I'm gonna be here... forever. I mean, how can I imagine growing old here? Or turning into an animal at the same time, for that matter..."

"Ack!" Gaius caught the chips with his face, surprised out of his moodyness. He smiled sheepishly at Marshall and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Best to enjoy the company and make the best of things!" He tore the bag open and stuffed a handful in his mouth, munching happily. "Beshidesh, 'sh not like it'sh ALL bad! We got a great island, and the labsh give ush anything we want!"

He gulped down the mouthful and licked at the orange powder on his fingers. "It really is an interesting bunch they have here... I mean, I'd never have met anyone like that Anjali gal, or Ambrose for that matter... or Sophie..."

"H-huh?" The muscular guy was thrown off his train of thought by Marshall's sudden and blunt-as-a-hammer question. "Me? S-Sophie? Uhhh..." He blushed brightly, scratching the back of his head in his nervous habbit and getting cheese powder in it. "I, er... I mean, she's really nice... really nice... and pretty... uh... fun to hang with? And we talk a lot... sometimes lose track of time... er, I... I dunno? Maybe? Kinda?"