Funny thing about having a matabolism that work just about as fast as light does. Incidently, thats just about as fast as good Michael Turner could run.

But I digress, point is, when your body processed energy like his did, it required a whole hell of alot of fuel. which is why Michael, was sitting at a table for four by himself, going right to town on a large plate of shrimp scampii. a task which didnt take him more then two maybe two and a half minutes. before he moved right on to a plate of fettuccini alfredo. the same thing, boom down the hatch and the clean plate was placed ontop of the other one, another plate pulled down, the one put before him next was a chicken parm dish.


A Pause inhis eating, which had certainly grown to be the specticle by the staff of the resturaunt. who for the most part watched this nice lean and fit american boy eat like a red,white and green blooded Itallian. with a bit of Awe. his glass of grape juiced was downed in a great big gulp before he held it up so that someone could come by and take it to have it refilled.

"Mah, this is really amazing... absolutely amazing, compliments to guiseppie out in the back. Can I get a serving of spaghetti and meat balls. Those looked amazing, oh! and a marghereta pizza too...yes a whole pizza." And back down to town on this this chicken parm.