".. tastes like shite.." Simon grumbled gruffly, unwillingly taking a chomp of the stale-ish tasting spaghetti made with the only remaining MRE. His brows were deeply furrowed, disappointed that when we found the ORP, the only tea-bag in the pack ruptured during transport.

".. so damn bland..tastes like fookin' dog biscuits.. thought I'd at leas' 'ave the damn tea to sweet'n the pot considering this already tastes like shite, but noo, can't have one fookin' tea.." he mumbled grumpily.