The reduced fat mozzarella cheese, signature pepperoni and tomato paste that oozed out of the garlic buttery seasoned unbleached enriched flour crust burned his tongue.“Argh argh argh,” Zack mumbled. It was difficult to speak with his tongue sticking out. He waved his hand in front of it with great vigor in an attempt to cool it. The others, who were also seated around the rich mahogany dining table, laughed.Except for Harness, who just glared coldly at Zack.“Jesus Christ. He can’t even handle a damn Hot Pocket.”Mizuki, who looked pale and ill, slapped Harness on the arm. “Give him a break. He’s only been here a couple of days. I thought what he did was brave.”“It was bloody stupid,” Cass said as she cut her hot pocket with a fork and knife.“It was …” Brock spoke and paused. Zack could tell he was thoughtfully searching for the proper adjective, “a unique tactic.”Jenai, who had already eaten her Hot Pocket in what Zack estimated was two solid bites and a smaller nibble, added, “I’m just happy I didn’t die.”Zill was curiously quiet.
