"It sounds like the medical community would have a field day with your guts... and mine, in a few minutes." Garrot stifles a laugh just as his stomach starts to rumble. He's definitely glad Terrence was okay with him raiding the theater food.

"So if your food ages a few decades, so will mine, even if it's..." He pulls out his phone and checks the year. "Gonna be 39 years old. Still gross." No more time to waste- there's nachos and hot dogs with his name on it, plus some to-be-discontinued sodas! "But hey, gastrointestinal misery loves company!" And then he starts power-walking towards the main entrance to the movie theater.

There are worse people to spend some time eating temporally-unsound meat tubes with, for sure.