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"So, how'd they drag you on this island?" Bing asked the soldier, walking through the village. He figured that the poor guy was tricked into it somehow. The cool soldier type of person doesn't just go to some random island caught totally unaware. So he was curious to hear his story, maybe he should share his. He couldn't say the whole thing though, the whole part where he was knocked out was a blur. How many people now... He thought to himself, So many I've seen... There's probably more too. Bing looked thoughtfully at the duplexes then back at the newbie.

"What's your story?"

"Vatican City, eh?"

Bing couldn't remember where that was, but from the looks of him, that was pretty far. Stupid memory loss. He's going to have to look through his notebook when he was done hanging out.

"Don't feel bad" He said, closing in on the cafeteria, "Chris got fooled into it too, a lot of people I know have actually."

They passed his burrow, and Bing fought off the urge to finish it, he could do it later, right now, lunch.

"Yeah, I think I'll need that." Bing said. Looking at the high-up lunch counter. He approched it, and jumped for the surface with no avail. Bing tried once more. He had a paw on it before he fell back to the ground.

"Whatever it is, it smells good." He said, sniffing around the room.

Silvanio chuckled.
"Well, whatever you do, do NOT let him at one of those sodas." He said as he put an unusually rare steak on his plate.

Christopher obliged to Bing's request and plopped a steak onto a plate and tray. He continued down the lunch line until he reached the holy grail he was craving, chinese food. The wolfman piled his plate with orange chicken, fried rice, chow mein, and egg rolls as his tail wagged contently. After he finished making his selections, Chris set the fennec fox back on the ground and carried the trays over to a table.

He once again picked up Bing and set him on top of the table's surface. Christopher then waited for Silvanio to have a seat before he began to shovel his meal into his muzzle with the chopsticks. He then attempted to make conversation. "So Silvanio, when did you arrive on the island?"

On a sidenote, Chris could tell Bing would probably have trouble eating that steak in one thick slab and offered, "You want me to cut that up for you?"

Bing's tail wagged as he indulged in his steak.

At least, tried to.

He teethed it a little, keeping a paw on the meat. Then he tried the side of his mouth. The tough meat still wouldn't tear. Bing took a few steps back, breathing a little bit.

"I can handle it." Bing said, licking his teeth.

He slid the tray near the middle of the table with his muzzle.

"One, two..." He breathed out, taking a couple more steps behind him, looking at the steak.

"THREE!" Bing charged at the hunk of raw meat, his mouth open. He pounced on the steak with his teeth, his feet landing on the tray. The tray beneath his paws slid across the table from the force and sped to the end of the table along with his little body.

Now if you were to mix the noise of crashing silverware, the bang of a tray hitting a wall, and the sounds of sugar, salt, and various other condiments falling out of their containers, you'd just about get what happened next.

CRASH.

A hail of utensils and napkins came down on the poor fox, along with just about everything else you'd see on a cafeteria counter thing. Bing was in the fetal position the whole time, hoping none of the fork or knives skewered him.

It was over. Bing looked up and saw that most of the damage was around him more than on him. He felt a piece of steak in his mouth. He smiled, and went back to his seat.

That was fun! He made a note of trying it again whenever he had the chance.

After chomping down on his meat, he grinned, "That's one way to eat a steak!"

(I figured you could probably go more or less only four days without meeting someone who would then explain things about the island. Let's just say it was some stupid labtech who gave him two serums in such a hurry, and the health effects won't be pleasant)

Silvanio chewed on his steak thoughtfully. "Well, I dunno what i'll do. Just...I don't know. I'll think of something."

The wolfman just shook his head at Bing with a snickering, using his leather black palm to ruffle the fennec fox's headfur. Honestly, Bing didn't seem to be much different in this form than he was as a human. In a way, him being this tiny little energetic fox seemed more fitting for the guy. He just hoped that Bing would continue to remember who he was and not lose himself to complete and total animal instinct. "You are quite the character, you do know this right?"

Nearly done eating his own food, Chris went ahead and began to cut up the steak for Bing so no more huge messes would result from his trying to pounce it. He directed his attention back to Silvanio as he cut the piece of bovine up, "So anyway... what kind of things do you like to do?"