The problem with having a packed lunch for a change was that Brock had mowed through it within minutes of sitting down.
He was starving. After a real night's rest, combined with the symbiote's frantic efforts to go overtime on his body, his metabolism was shooting way off the charts now and all he could think of was food first, Parker next, and kicking Kasady's hick ass last. It didn't matter what kind of food was given to him or if he even liked it - Brock knew he'd eat anything and everything that was human food at this point because his body was so calorie starved right now it wasn't even funny. But he could at least walk without limping and he felt a lot more clear-headed and just better, aside from the fact that he was eyeing everyone else's lunches and debating swiping them when they weren't looking.
Pretty low, even for him. But hey, he was hungry and he'd have a better use for that then they would.
Brock still couldn't believe he was actually riding in a school bus. He hadn't been on one of this suckers since high school and his memories about them weren't great: brats surrounding you from all sides, yelling, screaming, giggling and the occasional spitball and wad of paper flying through the air, and you in the seat the whole time hoping you weren't going to be the unlucky one all that crap fell on. Unlike a certain Spider, he hadn't gotten super powers and that bus? The only way he had to get to school.
And now he was back on the Magic School bus, headed for some town with a bunch of fellow freaks, and wondering when he was going to get something to eat around here. Maybe he could swipe Parker's lunch; he didn't even need to act sneaky about that because anything that was Parker's, why, he'd just help himself.
Speaking of Parker: still no sign of him, Brock realized, glancing around, his stomach growling. No sign of Kasady either. Which brought him to another point; he found something that could give him an edge, the kind of cheap-kick-in-the-nads edge he was looking for, then he'd have to mount an attack tonight, while Kasady thought they were still down and out.
Brock sighed. Assuming there was anything he could use in this town in the first place. Actually, the sane thing to do would be to book it the hell out of here but he had the feeling he wouldn't get far, not weakened like this.
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He was starving. After a real night's rest, combined with the symbiote's frantic efforts to go overtime on his body, his metabolism was shooting way off the charts now and all he could think of was food first, Parker next, and kicking Kasady's hick ass last. It didn't matter what kind of food was given to him or if he even liked it - Brock knew he'd eat anything and everything that was human food at this point because his body was so calorie starved right now it wasn't even funny. But he could at least walk without limping and he felt a lot more clear-headed and just better, aside from the fact that he was eyeing everyone else's lunches and debating swiping them when they weren't looking.
Pretty low, even for him. But hey, he was hungry and he'd have a better use for that then they would.
Brock still couldn't believe he was actually riding in a school bus. He hadn't been on one of this suckers since high school and his memories about them weren't great: brats surrounding you from all sides, yelling, screaming, giggling and the occasional spitball and wad of paper flying through the air, and you in the seat the whole time hoping you weren't going to be the unlucky one all that crap fell on. Unlike a certain Spider, he hadn't gotten super powers and that bus? The only way he had to get to school.
And now he was back on the Magic School bus, headed for some town with a bunch of fellow freaks, and wondering when he was going to get something to eat around here. Maybe he could swipe Parker's lunch; he didn't even need to act sneaky about that because anything that was Parker's, why, he'd just help himself.
Speaking of Parker: still no sign of him, Brock realized, glancing around, his stomach growling. No sign of Kasady either. Which brought him to another point; he found something that could give him an edge, the kind of cheap-kick-in-the-nads edge he was looking for, then he'd have to mount an attack tonight, while Kasady thought they were still down and out.
Brock sighed. Assuming there was anything he could use in this town in the first place. Actually, the sane thing to do would be to book it the hell out of here but he had the feeling he wouldn't get far, not weakened like this.