Nimrod walks into the MessHall with a hand clenched tightly around a can of Mr.Pibb.
"Morning everyone. I'll talk to you later, after I've had my caffeine," he mutters waving in the general direction of Toasted.
With a grunt of satisfaction he drops into an overstuffed arm chair and takes a gulp of the over-carbonated swill in his hand.
Yep, it's a monday...