"Thanks, I think..."  Kevin tries to take pictures with his free arm, and at least he manages not to drop the camera.  With the monster distracted by delicious security guards, the duo has little difficulty making it to the door.<br/><br/>The oddest thing about seeing the Borgia Center now isn't the carnage (it's not usually all<em>that</em>much better than this, anyway), but rather the absence of a 20-minute line between Amina and the dining area.  The hallway, which looks much shorter than it ever did before, is splattered with breakfast food of a variety of descriptions.  A warthog, numbered 3, lies dead against the wall, in a pool of cheese and solidified cooking grease.  The dining area is equally catastrophic, and several personnel from Student Health Services are present, carefully stacking dead students into a wheelbarrow.