Please stop chasing me please stop chasing me please stop chasing me!

It was all Minn could repeat over and over and over again in her head as she barreled down the park walkway, turning, spinning, and sliding all over the place to avoid the onslaught of people that suddenly seemed to be in her way.

This was terrible. There was nothing in the world she hated more than running. She avoided it at all costs if possible for a number of reasons. One, because she was just terrible at it. Her feet were uncoordinated banana peels that could never get her where she wanted to go in one piece unless they were walking. Two, it took a stupid. amount. of effort. And Minn hated effort with a passion. Three? It just sucked. Running was not fun, done, period, end of story. This was turning out to be the shittiest day ever. The hot dog man had wasted an hour of her time when she could have found food elsewhere, she was running with stolen goods in a park, AND the goods she'd taken weren't even that great. ...She'd grabbed bread. Bread. Not that Minn was picky or anything, but she'd wished more than anything it had been a bag full of hot dogs instead. Maybe then she'd be able to say this little endeavor had been worth it. In the end? It hadn't.

Finally she couldn't do it anymore. She was collapsing on this park bench whether he caught her or not. With a groan mixed between frustration and exhaustion, Minn flopped onto the hard wooden bench about as gracefully as a fish. One leg on, one leg off, hand scraping against the sidewalk below. Ugggh.

It took her a minute or two to recuperate, the bag of hot dog buns still clutched to her chest as she slowly caught her breath. Well. At least hot dog man seemed to have given up the chase... To be honest, Minn had no idea he'd pursue her that hard. A clean get away may have been to much to ask for, she guessed. Fuck. Eventually she hauled herself into an upright position and immediately started pawing through the open bag of bread buns and plucked one out. It was a sad day when her mouth instantly began to water at the scent of bread but she couldn't really ask for more at this point. At least it was something. Oh well. The moment she shoved the entire thing into her mouth a voice spoke up from beside her and Minn slowly turned to look up. With one hand still shoved in her mouth, hot dog bun sticking out on either side, she blinked repeatedly and just stared. "...Wha?" Except it sounded nothing like it around the mouthful of bread she'd just taken.

Her eyes soon fell to the bag of freshly cooked hot dogs in the girl's hand and Minn nearly choked. Seriously? Dude! She had never swallowed a mouthful of food so fast. "Whoa. SCORE!" Instantly she scooted to the end of the bench to make room, bringing her legs up to criss-cross indian style as she took the bag into her lap. Oh my god oh my god oh my god ohmygodohmygodohmygod. "What'd you do, snipe him while I wasn't looking?" Snicker. The grin on Minn's face couldn't have possibly been any wider as she took one hot dog and promptly stuck it in a bun... and then in her mouth.

When she was in the middle of swallowing the entire thing whole someone else appeared by her food-savior's side and she looked up for a second time, pausing long enough to suddenly seem doubtful at the new girl's suggestion. "Yeh? And how fast does the chicken tender man run? Because I don't think I could pull that off a second time." Man... food was a lot of work. .