*hank had been working for hours on improving the jet's engines, he needed a break. he went to the kitchen and prepared some cereal, some juice, some hot tea and toast. he put it al on a large tray.*
hank - "ah, a meal fit for cesar himself" he proclaimed.
*he sat down in front of the tv and flicked through the channels, finally settling on cartoons. he chuckled as the roadrunner evaded wile coyote yet again.*