Later, inside the lecture hall, Fuuma dug into his bag for another pencil, when he tapped the dr. pepper.  Taking it out of his bag, and setting it on the table, he looked at it.<br/><br/>"...who gave me this?" He wondered.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Fuuma's thoughts wrote:</cite><br/>1. Did I buy it?<br/>no<br/>2. Did someone give it to me?<br/>yes<br/>3. Can I trust them?<br/>yes<br/>4. Would they eat me anyways?<br/>...yes?<br/>5.  Is it safe to drink?<br/>....oh F*** it all!</div></blockquote><br/>With that, Fuuma opened it and took a swig, and continued taking notes.