Turenne heard the message for chow. If he didn't need it to survive he would have passed. He hated to mingle in with the crowd. His thoughts turned dark as he saw the mess hall being watched by guards with guns. Tureene found guns to be too boring to mess with, he preferred knives. Unfortunately the staff knew that so all he had to eat with was a plastic spork. He got in line and took his pile of shit they call food. He sat down looking at it with disgust. 'This isn't fit for dogs.' He said as he put down his spork and drank his water.