The unfortunate side effect of tasty food is that you naturally want to consume more of it.

"This is the best!" Hammer wanted a second bowl and so he opened another ramen package.

Shark was incredulous at how something so good could be created so instantaneously, "What are the ingredients?"

Takeo only smirked, "Since when did you care about what's in your food?"

"Since it has MSG?" Tao chirped.

Grabbing one of the bowls, Shark ripped the shrink wrap open and tried biting into the pre-cooked noodles, "These are great just as it is. They're like crackers."

"No way," Takeo complained, "your sense of taste is totally skewed. The texture is nothing like crackers!"

Hammer shrugged, also trying to crunch the noodles raw, "We pop pills for nutrients. All we've been eating for the sake of eating in the past is stale bread. Compared to that, this is like salty crackers, but better."

"There's dried meat and vegetables in this one," Tao opened a second serving for himself too.

M-21 interjected, asking, "Do I get a second cup too?"

Takeo grabbed a new plastic container and tossed it to the agent.

Krantz caught it before M-21 could, "He can't get another helping until he tells us what we want to know."

M-21 glared at his food being taken away, "I will speak once Tao finds me the information I request."

"I will find it after I finish this noodle soup," Tao put more water to boil.

Takeo handed yet another bowl to M-21, which Krantz did not object.

Sleepiness began to take over once their bellies had been filled.

"Hey," Krantz ordered their hostage, "you've been fed now, so speak."

"…"

"He's asleep already?" Tao peeked over at M-21.

Shark kicked the man again, "Wake up and talk!"

"How rude," M-21 scoffed, immediately coming back to consciousness, "I'm not going anywhere. I told you I'm not running away. Can't I get a few minutes of sleep?"

Man, that agent had guts.

"I agree to a nap!" Tao raised his hands, "I'm so full!"

"Only one of us needs to be awake to stand guard," Hammer added.

"We don't need to sleep," Takeo cleaned up the empty bowls and discarded packaging.

"Oh come on," Tao whined, "can't we have any normal luxuries for a change? I mean the only time we sleep is when we're almost dead from a fight. I don't call that sleep."

"We're on a mission," Krantz reminded him.

"Yes, yes," Tao opened his laptop, "I'm on it."

"We're taking you to the laboratory. That might help you remember," Krantz ordered.

Shark hoisted up the agent, who fought off the help and drowsiness.

"I can walk by myself," he stood and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Only to find he didn't have pockets. Oh right, he was still wearing the formal suit of his uniform.

"Can I take a shower first?" M-21 asked, "I look like I've been left in an alley to die."

"We don't have showers here," Shark informed him.

"Is that why you look so darn greasy?"

"Can I sew that mouth of yours permanently shut?"

"Then you won't get the information you want."

"We'll make you write it."

"But you've broken my hand."

"We'll make you…" Shark grit his teeth and balled his hands into fists, "Damn you!"

"I'm leaving," Takeo went ahead.

"You don't have a change of clothes, do you?" M-21 continued to pester.

Tao looked up from typing, "I have spare clothes."

"Really?"

"You want nail polish too?"

"What colour?"

"Black," Tao held up his hands, "I don't carry anything else, sorry."

"Let's have a makeover."

Shark wanted to puke.

Happy April Fools.