And then, after we defeated the lava snakes, we ran into the exploding rhino,” Cyclone said. He stabbed his fork into his unopened baked potato and held it up for Winter to see. “It didn’t really look like a rhinoceros, though. It looked more like this baked potato, only infinitely less delicious. Actually, I’m not sure how rhinos taste. I should go and ask the cafeteria chefs to make me some fried rhino or something. I’ve already tried elephant and that tasted kind of like beef. Might as well take advantage of the exotic cuisine they offer here. Hey, boss, are you listening to what I’m saying?”
Winter—who had been lost in thought staring at his plate of mashed potatoes—looked up at Cyclone with a start. “What?”
“I said, are you listening to what I’m saying?” said Cyclone. “You zoned ou
