[ Look, there is food. Marco is a teenage boy. As such, he's eating way too much food. His place is piled high with bacon and fruit, which he carries with one hand, while he carries a cereal bowl that's sloshing milk everywhere with the other hand.
Still, this is obviously not enough food for Marco as he's searching the buffet for something more. There aren't any waffles. Not even a waffle maker that looked kind of broken. Wasn't it a hotel rule to have a waffle maker? This food is great and all and he's definitely gonna eat his weight in bacon and drink enough coffee that he's friggen wired, but man does not live by oranges alone. Man lives by oranges and bacon and waffles. And really, it's so much easier to ignore the creepy hotel part when there's food you want in front of you.
So, still getting milk everywhere, he decides to pretty much just accost anyone he can find about the criminal lack of a waffle maker. Unfortunately, he's accosting people...while jamming food in his mouth. Hey, don't want the bacon to get cold. What he wanted to say was 'where the hell's the waffle maker?' Instead, what came out was.....a garbled mess. A garbled mess that he somehow thought was intelligible based on the way he swallowed his bacon and asked, ]
Marco Campbell | Avalon High
Still, this is obviously not enough food for Marco as he's searching the buffet for something more. There aren't any waffles. Not even a waffle maker that looked kind of broken. Wasn't it a hotel rule to have a waffle maker? This food is great and all and he's definitely gonna eat his weight in bacon and drink enough coffee that he's friggen wired, but man does not live by oranges alone. Man lives by oranges and bacon and waffles. And really, it's so much easier to ignore the creepy hotel part when there's food you want in front of you.
So, still getting milk everywhere, he decides to pretty much just accost anyone he can find about the criminal lack of a waffle maker. Unfortunately, he's accosting people...while jamming food in his mouth. Hey, don't want the bacon to get cold. What he wanted to say was 'where the hell's the waffle maker?' Instead, what came out was.....a garbled mess. A garbled mess that he somehow thought was intelligible based on the way he swallowed his bacon and asked, ]
Well? Come on, it's not a hard question.