Just a bunch of one-shots set in Fallout: New Vegas
"No, now get that crap out of my face!"
"Aw come on, we you need the protein. Besides, it's not that bad. Trust me."
"You shot the damn thing, you eat that damn meat. If you need to cook it you can borrow my lighter."
"Come on Boone, you of all people should be ready to eat anything when you have to." Decks wiped off his sweaty head with the grimy old ball cap he whore. His slick tanned face was wrinkled in frustration at his companion's stubbornness. His left hand was wrapped around the limp tail of a small radscorpion, which he was now shaking at Boone. "Look, we're about a day's journey from anywhere and we're all out of food. We need to keep up ur strength, I don't want to end up crawling the rest of the way to Primm."
The rugged ex-NCR sniper turned on him; his eyes obstructed by the shades that Decks would swear were surgically attached to his face.
"Listen, I once went three whole days without food while being hunted behind Legion lines, I'm pretty sure one more day without eating won't bring me to my knees, and if you bring up one more time I swear to God I will knock you cold and leave you for the ghouls!" With that, he turned and stomped away. The courier stood still for a moment, and then.
"It's manly." Boone stopped dead in his tracks and for a second said nothing. Then, he slowly rotated around to fix his veiled glare on Decks.
"I've killed ghouls with my bare hands, drank a quart of whiskey without falling, shot dozens of Legionaries, and took a knife to my gut without wincing. What have I not done that's manly?"
"You haven't eaten a radscorpion." Silence reigned for a good twenty seconds, until a fuming Boone finally marched over and grabbed the dead creature from deck's hand.
"Fine, I'll eat the damn bug, starving anyway. Let's go." Decks followed in silence while Boone set up a small fire beneath a large rock outcropping. He kept his silence while Boone gutted the creature and sliced off a chunk of flesh. Trying not to gag at the stench wafting out of the carcass, Decks sat down and watched while a grumbling Boone impaled a slab of flesh on a collapsible skewer and began roasting it.
It sizzled and popped for a few minutes, releasing an ever worse smell. When cooked sufficiently, Boone hesitantly withdrew it and sliced off a portion and stuck it on the tip of his bowie knife where it sat, Boone staring at it intensely, jaw clenched and teeth bared.
An amused look on his face, Decks quietly gestured to his travelling companion. Finally, hesitantly, the sniper stuck the morsel into his mouth and bit down on it. He pulled his knife away and chewed for a few seconds, before jumping to his feet and spitting it out.
"Damn meat tastes like shit! How the hell can anyone stand it?" Decks shrugged at his glowering friend, and then pulled out a can of pork 'n' beans which he proceeded to open with his knife.
"Dunno, sure as hell glad I never tried it. Say Boone, want some pork and beans? Uh-oh." The can was dropped as the courier scrambled to his feet and tore off as fast as he could. Diving to the ground, he felt the wind as a .308 bullet whizzed past him. With a laugh, he got up and took off again with a yelling, red-faced sniper on his heels.