Watching everyone else around the lunch room ordering their own food, CJ figures that he has enough information to actually try getting himself something. Getting up and taking his guitar off, he leans it  against the table and then looks at it as he slowly takes a few steps away before bolting to the first machine. Thinking for a second he tries to think of something he can have for a quick lunch. “Um, fried chicken sandwich…” In a moment the meal appears and he snatches it up, turning to see his guitar still where he left it, making him bolt back over to it, sitting down and resting a paw on the top of the guitar. Sighing contently he starts munch on his lunch.