You were sitting on the grass near the bridge, holding a pen and a small notebook in your hand. You were writing a poem, but you couldn't come up with a rhyme for the word. You sat and racked your brain until you saw a guy nearby who was sitting on his knees, while lying with his upper body on the ground. You decided to go up to him and ask him what happened. When you got over to the other side and got a little closer, you could hear his faint mumbling

"Ughh.. I'm starving.."