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If there was anything worse than the boobs, or the shrinkage, or the ears and all the other stuff, it was that Freddie had lost his taste for meat since he changed. Something just felt very off about it, and he hadn't even been able to swallow during his previous attempts to force himself. It wasn't fair, all he wanted was a good steak, instead he had salad... lots of salad, and vegetables... It was digusting.

Freddie brooded on this as he sat alone in the cafeteria, a plate of assorted vegetables in front of him. Real men didn't eat this s**t, real men were meat and potatoes and Hungry Man frozen dinners with their 300% of the daily allotments of things. He might be sitting there, eating celery, but he didn't have to look it. He scowled while he chewed, wondering what he'd ever done to deserve all this. Of course, the answers never came to him... it would likely always been unfair and completely undeserved.

Freddie stared at the penguin boy, still slowly chewing his celery as though he had some kind of grudge against off stuff. The sound of his own chewing sounded much to loud and was about as irritating as nails on a chalkboard. But he wasn't going to start anything, not yet. As many times as his cafeteria encounters had gone horribly awry, it was better to wait, to size up the feathery kid and guage whether or not it would be of any use.

Freddie determined that the kid looked harmless enough, and his own attempts to avoid making contact inspired him to make the leap.

"Got a problem?" he asked. He wasn't even reading too much into the penguin's actions, it was just the easiest way to kick things off. He picked a bit of celery out from between his teeth while waiting for the response.

"So?" Freddie snapped. What a comeback. He picked a carrot up from the plate, holding it like a knife. "I can eat however I damn well please, Ms. Manners."

"Lady?" Freddie stood up, forcing his chair back. This was getting to be a nasty habit. "LADY?!" He brandished the carrot at Marshall. "Look waddles, I ain't no ********' lady!" His hand trembled with anger. "I'm a MAN!"

Why did that declaration always come out sounding so desperate and hysterical? It was something to ponder later, when he was thinking more clearly. For now, he had what he wanted, though he hadn't quite planned on the frothing rage.

"Yes!" Freddie shrieked, lobbing the carrot in Marshall's general direction. "Ya ********' moron! Just cause I got... Just cause... I'm not a woman, alright?!"

Freddie's eyes widened, making them appear even more bulbous. He moved around the table and stomped towards Marshall, the inevitable bouncing that set off could kill anyone's appetite. "You... you little..."

Words failed him, though his hands readily balled into fists as he neared.

"Now yer jus' sayin that!" Freddie hissed.

He neglected to consider that people tended to see the boobs and assume things, but he was way past reason. "I'll show you who's a woman..."

His fists raised, he continued stalking towards Marshall. Hitting him wouldn't help anything, or change anything, but it might feel good for just a moment.