Day Three: Afternoon

[Krillin]

Krillin rubbed his eyes and picked out the nasty crusty things that kept building up in there. If he had saved all of the crap from the beginning of the competition to now, he probably could have made a very large cookie, with which he could seduce an enemy, gag him with it, and either flee or kill. Probably flee. Krillin was very good at fleeing. Most would call it cowardice, while the select few with funky accents would use the same word under a different pronunciation. Krillin didn't care. Dead heroes weren't worth much. Maybe a statue.

Twenty seemed to be holding what looked like a map with scribbles upon it. Upon a closer inspection, Krillin found that Twenty was holding a map with scribbles upon it.

"What's that?" Krillin asked.

"A map with scribbles on it."

"Obviously. Scribbles equal danger zones?"

"Yeah. New ones. Karl's not liking the speed."

"That sucks. Looks like a tiny little place now."

"Seems that way."

Conversation effectively ended there. Oh, both of them continued to talk about various frivolous things that would no doubt bore anyone burdened with an attention span smaller than a medium-sized planet. For that reason, every bit of that conversation will be detailed here.

"Got those nasties in my eye," Krillin remarked.

"That crusty stuff?"

"Yeah."

"Gross. You've been doing that a lot lately."

"Yeah. Little gritty stuff. I think a bit of it got stuck in my sock."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I'm holding my sock, and it's got some of that crusty stuff in it."

"Oh. Well then, yeah."

"Ah, food?"

Twenty smiled. Krillin was always hungry.

"Yes. I found some berries. Scan came up clean. No poison in this batch."

"Sounds great. How do they taste?" Krillin asked.

"Very sweet. I had some myself."

Krillin bit into one. It tasted like shit.

"This tastes like shit."

"Maybe you got a bad one. Try this one."

Krillin bit into it. It tasted like shit too.

"This tastes like shit too."

Twenty shrugged. "Oh well. Guess you don't have good taste. I'm sure your provisions are still good?"

Krillin checked his bag. Thirty granola bars, a few packages of dried meat, and a handful jelly beans. Grinning, Krillin sat on a nearby rock, pulled out a jelly bean, and began to happily suck on it.

As Krillin smacked his lips around the sugary treat, all the worries of the competition seemed to melt away in the saliva blend. Jelly beans were good like that.