Brock leisurely stepped into the dining hall, his hulking carcass' footsteps resounding through the dense clamor of hundreds of starving teenagers. He, himself, needed to replenish his fuel reserves after going ham on his opponents.
Without wasting much time, he gathered the minimum - a bowl of cereal (with 1% milk, as usual) huge enough to be a large salad bowl, an entire pitcher of orange juice, exactly half a dozen jumbo chocolate muffins, a bunch of freshly buttered, warm ciabatta toasts and finally, a pile of mashed potatoes and carrots. His stomach complaining about the possible lack of food, he set off towards the tables, zoning in on his team once he spotted two of the girls. Janna was still easier to spot, sadly.
Almost lurching to a stop, he set himself down besides Janna, making sure to give himself enough room to not impede her with his monolithic stature. The bench, as sturdy as it was, dipped noticeably beneath his mass, Janna experiencing a slight altitude increase as a result. He then proceeded to comment on his own performance, having briefly garnered some info before sitting down. "I should'a been more astute, too. Was too busy laying waste to the ones in front o' me, though.", he said before taking a spoonful of milky cereal.
With a soup spoon.