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It was a marvelous time they all lived in. Troy considered that the forefathers would never have guessed at the way technology could have advanced from those old timey feather quills to ball point pens for instance, much less a computer. Automobiles, flying, man had walked on the moon. Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Kickpuncher. Those last three were movies, so yeah, movies.
And then there was the astounding advancement that now would soon bear fruit. Troy looked down and patted his protruding belly, taking good care to be gentle. He needed to be patient, and it was getting tougher these days since returning from his sea voyage and reuniting with Abed. It had been a few years, sure and they had rebuilt the foundation of their relationship, making sure to solidify that they were committed this time. No more running off on pirate adventures unless they did it together.
But this was the adventure they chose to take instead. An adventure of pure domesticity.
“Shhh….you’ll be ready soon.” Troy smiled down at his belly and was giddy as he considered the new creation. Something extra special the world had never seen. Of course it would be, since it was part him and part Abed. How could it not be awesome?
“You ready, Troy?”
He looked up and met Abed’s intense gaze and nodded.
“I think so.”
“Think so? Or are you sure? We don’t want this to get too messy.”
“I can do this.” Troy closed his eyes for a moment and reflected, just checking in with his body. After a pregnant pause, he added, “Yes.”
“Okay.”
He opened his eyes and let Abed slowly bring the eight pound melted cheese, truffle oil, pasta, and salami hoagie to his lips, with assistance from Pavel because it was a whole eight pounds. They had been working on it all afternoon after perfecting the recipe for months.
“Mad cheesy, bro!”
“Your stomach better be empty enough, Troy. We can’t have you taking breaks again. It’s all in one go.”
“Mmmmmmf.”
He heard Abed’s wise words, knowing full well how close to disaster they almost came this morning with the trial. Now that he considered it, perhaps they shouldn’t have done a trial as his stomach was still half-full. It had only stretched so much in the past few weeks. Maybe not enough for this. But maybe enough.
It was incredible.
“Keep going, Troy. You can do this. I’d tell you to breathe but maybe not too much or we’ll mess up our time.”
Still chomping away, Troy savored the mixture of tastes, thinking on all the technological culinary advancements that had come their way to make this moment possible. Forefathers probably ate pigeons. Not this feast.
And he thought of the advancement of the internet of course. If not for the connectivity, they wouldn’t be able to know in real time if they were beating the Guinness Book of World Record’s hoagie eating time. He peeked and saw Garrett’s monitor, noting various others eating on the screen. He inwardly chastised himself for wasting precious seconds.
He needed to get back to work and finish this baby.
It was his destiny.