Hunk was in the middle of making lunch, a pretty big lunch by his standards, when he got the message. Though he might've almost dropped his iMog Slate into said lunch, he didn't, and nor did he drop everything he was doing. He sure did hurry, though!
That meant that one hour and one minute after that message, Hunk's Lion Speeder was coasting to a stop in a corner of the Curti Center plaza.
I'm in the big yellow hovercar, where are you? :D
And then the blue window slid down, showing Hunk taking giant bites out of what looked like a sandwich made out of at least two other sandwiches. Hunk was engrossed in his lunch, and he sure hoped Castor would be able to find him. Did she know what his Speeder looked like? If he got punched in the gut would he lose his lunch?
He just had so many questions, but they could wait until he took a few more bites of sandwich.
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That meant that one hour and one minute after that message, Hunk's Lion Speeder was coasting to a stop in a corner of the Curti Center plaza.
I'm in the big yellow hovercar, where are you? :D
And then the blue window slid down, showing Hunk taking giant bites out of what looked like a sandwich made out of at least two other sandwiches. Hunk was engrossed in his lunch, and he sure hoped Castor would be able to find him. Did she know what his Speeder looked like? If he got punched in the gut would he lose his lunch?
He just had so many questions, but they could wait until he took a few more bites of sandwich.