[Worm]

With his mouth still saturated with the creamy, white drool mixed with bread, he looked over his shoulder. His friend was holding his stick again. Not like that would lure him away from the bread. It was his find after all. He scoffed, continuing to ravage the dumpster. "Mine." He said, coated with growls. Soon after, an iron door flung open. A chef from the restaurant adjacent to the bakery waltzed out with headphones in their ears.

With a nonchalant toss, they threw a bag into the trash where Hal was. He yelped and jumped out, growling at the person who inadvertently screamed and ran inside. Hal grabbed Ash's shirt with his teeth, tugging her and looking up at her with sparkly eyes. It was as if he were saying "come on, they're after us!"