Dasken turned around, a slice of pizza hanging out of his mouth. "I was hungry for something besides protein bars and fruit." His left arm cradled two pizza boxes, a two-gallon carton of chocolate-vanilla swirl ice cream, three foot-long subs, six 2-liter bottles of Diet Coke, and two bags of powdered donuts.
"The donuts are mine." Dasken said. He laughed, but made it clear that he was serious.