"Why don't you put those away Chippendale, before you hurt someone?!" barked the stubble-faced man, not shifting from his position at all. "What the hell's wrong with you people?" he continued, turning and resuming his rummaging through the store's supplies. "Been who knows how the hell long since anyone's seen someone with a pulse, and the first thing you do when you see somebody is pull a piece on 'em? Jesus save me from jackasses!" His diatribe was suddenly interrupted when he found the camping food. "Sweet!" he exclaimed, turning one over to read the label. He looked over his shoulder and showed the other two his find, "Teriyaki chicken!" before stuffing it and a good many others into his enormous pack, which looked like it had probably been looted from a military surplus store.