[Location: Cabin – Dining Room]

Empty snack bags, an upside-down cereal box, and one lonely can of beans on the counter. The fridge? A cold echo chamber. No one has gone grocery shopping in days, and now the survivors are gathered, hangry and dramatic.

Guest 1337: (arms crossed) “Okay, who ate the last Pop-Tart? I’m not mad. I just want to know who I should sue in spirit.”

007n7: (lying upside down on the couch with a pillow over his face) “That was four days ago. We’re well past Pop-Tarts. We’re in the canned tuna and silent resentment phase now.”

Builderman: (rummaging through the pantry) “There’s nothing in here. Not even a bag of croutons. Who eats croutons and doesn’t buy more bread?!”

Dusekkar: (dramatically holding up the lone can of beans) “We are on the brink of ruin. This—this is all that stands between us and chaos. One bean can. And I don't even like beans.”

Guest 1337: (pointing at Elliot silently eating a dry packet of instant ramen) “Look at him. Look at what we’ve become. He’s crunching that like it’s a rice cracker.”

007n7: (peeking out from the pillow) “Noob cried this morning because he remembered what pizza smells like.”

Builderman: (rubbing his temples) “Someone has to go shopping. We can’t rely on Shedletsky’s chicken stash. He’s hoarding it like it’s nuclear gold.”

Dusekkar: (side-eyeing Two Time, who’s oddly quiet and sipping instant coffee grounds straight from the bag) “...I'm not saying he's lost it, but I'm also not not saying that.”

Guest 1337: (turning to everyone) “Alright. Emergency protocol. Someone has to go out and face the horrors of public shopping. Preferably someone who won’t get distracted by the toy aisle or start a fight with a cashier bot.”

007n7: (sits up slowly, groaning) “Fine. But if they’re out of cheese cubes again, I’m flipping the frozen section.”