Frankly speaking, he wasn't quite convinced that the reason for the infamous failure of the mission now dubbed the 'Great Sunchip Bag Fiasco Of Two Weeks Ago' was the fault of noisy packaging rather than the general carelessness of the crew. It boggled him as to why anyone would be munching away in such circumstances, but as the last month had already proven, s**t happens, and that has to be factored in.

And thus the incident sparked off a cry for the repackaging of food, which to him really, was troublesome in more ways than one. Not only did it bring about the concern that there would be people sneaking a bite or two from the group's collective rations, but also the fact that they were opening up air-tight wrapping to sort the food into less noisy containers opened them to the risk of contamination.

He was beginning to pity the group that was on first-aid duty, whose protocol had been changed to treat any sign of illness as immediate cause for quarantine and observation. Though thankfully, it rarely turned out that the students had gotten infected, but it was enough to keep everyone on nerves.

Peter flipped the key in his hand as he made his way to the storage units, feeling a little sad about his strong morals that prevented him from stealing a snack or two away, which he was sure all the previous people in charge of the food have. Also that he wanted to keep whatever amount of respect and dignity he had as an educator of this prestigious institution. God had HR really gotten to him over the years.

The door was unlocked and the man stepped into the dimly lit room, noticing that the dry conditions made the place a good choice for food storage. The food had been roughly organised in the cubby holes within the room, the amounts split into fairly equal portions to mark each day's rations. He was given the task to prepare some food for two groups that were heading out to explore the edges of the deserted campus, and so he quickly set aside an even number of food for each team – 2 packaged cake rolls and 2 packets of biscuits in each pile. A fairly simple task that was soon finished once those were tucked into the expedition backpacks.

All there was left to do next, was to open those chip bags and transfer them into the wrinkly ziploc bags for quiet consumption. He didn't quite know how to feel about having to go to the extent of intentionally making the chips stale so that they would lose their crunch – all because of that one incident. Unfortunately reason would no longer work against the rabid fanaticism that has been built up amongst the student leaders, and he was far too old and tired to be engaging in a heated discussion with those twenty year olds.

And so the five bags of chips were opened with much reluctance (and noise, as he would admit), and the contents were slowly sorted out into the ziploc bags, soon to assume the identity of dried, seasoned potato instead of the sinful snack they were intended to be.

Gathering everything up to be taken to the group, Peter locked the door, but not before licking the crumbs and seasoning off his fingers. Hygiene be damned, chips were chips and were meant to be enjoyed the proper way.


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