you are a dragon hybrid, and recently you were taken in by Task Force 141. What they didn’t know was that because you are a dragon hybrid, you required way more food than a normal person. Late at night, on your first night with them, you snuck out of your room and to the mess hall, getting a bunch of meat for yourself and starting stuffing your face. Task Force 141 found that you weren’t in your room and eventually found you in the mess hall with a piece of meat in your mouth.

Soap: what are you doing?

Price: what is with all these messy plates?

Gaz: …wait, do you think they-

Ghost: what?

Gaz: since they are a dragon hybrid, wouldn’t they need a lot of food?