Angry turned and snarled at Scout. The grinding of his teeth was almost audible.
"Come on, man, you can have my meatbread, I'm not even hungry. God-Emperor, you're being such an asshole."
Angry shoved the girl away and flopped back down into his seat. "Gimme the fuckin meatbread, asscunt."
Scout pushed the remains of his lunch across the table with a sigh, and looked up at the girl. "Sorry about that, uh..." He trailed off, realizing he had no idea who she was. She stared at him.
Blushing, she turned and hurried out the door.
For a moment, the three sat in silence. Except for Angry, who muttered an cursed as he stuffed his face.
Lolcron broke the quiet. "What talk, meatbag?"
Scout blinked at him. "Uh, what?"
"You told us Guilliman gave you "The Talk." Explain."
"Oh. Uh. Empra, you know. The purging talk."
"I do not know."
Scout blushed again, irritated at the memory. "He sat me down and gave me this long lecture about how I was growing up, and all the changes my geneseed would be causing, and how he knew it was a confusing time for a young marine. Then he launched into this bit about how I'd be feeling these urges to purge xenos and heretics, and how this was all perfectly normal, but I should never purge without proper protection and armament. God-Emperor, I've never been so embarrassed."
Angry spoke up, spitting crumbs of meatbread across the table. "Fucking old fart thinks you're a goddam little kid. We're fucking teenagers, it's not like we've never fucking purged a bitch before. Amiright, Lolcron? FUCK."