"This," Malik said, peering into his lunch bag, "this is the last straw."
Yugi, Joey, Tea, and Tristan all exchanged glances.
"They raise me in a cult, carve shit into my back, make me go to public school, public school, and now," the bag crumpled in Malik's grip, "I swear to Ra I will not take this indignity any longer!"
"Egg salad again," Tristan shook his head.
"Oh man, that's the third day in a row," Joey said sadly.
"When I get home, Isis is SO TOTALLY in for a Shadow Game!" Malik snarled, shooting to his feet. "I'll send her so far into the Shadow Realm she won't be able to find her ass with a…"
"Here," Yugi interrupted, "I'll trade you my pudding cup for it."
"Okay." Malik flopped back down onto the bench.