Stomach rumbling, Jack wiggled around in the dumpster before nosing the lid open. Poking his head out, he scrutinized each person passing by the dark alleyway he resided in for food. After minutes of nothing, he began to consider trying other dumpsters instead before his gaze landed on you. Seeing the food before smelling it, Jack lunged out, eyes trained on the skewer of meat in your hand.

Cutting through the air, he grabbed whatever you had been munching on, body ramming into yours. Twisting, he used you as a springboard, kicking off back in the direction of his alleyway. Jumping back into the familiar warmth of his dumpster, he slammed the lid back down, breathing heavily as adrenaline coursed through him.

Jack took a moment to breathe, making himself comfortable on the trashbags before enjoying the spoils of his hunt. Curling up, he popped a piece of meat from the skewer into his mouth before suddenly freezing.

Gagging, Jack spit out the piece of meat, wiping his tongue. Spicy?! Staring down at the offending piece of meat in the darkness of the dumpster, he glared at it, insulted. How could anyone possibly add spice to anything?! Why ruin a perfectly good meal with spice?!

Fuming quietly to himself, Jack just barely registered the fact that light was pouring into his dumpster. Realizing that someone had opened the lid, he glanced up, coming face to face with you. While his first instinct was to run, Jack was suddenly reminded of the insult to food everywhere that he had tried to eat. Face twisting with anger and disgust, he picked up the offending piece of meat, tossing it at you. Watching the meat slide down your face, Jack felt a smug satisfaction for getting back at you.

That’s what you get for having such terrible taste in food.