He lifted the steaming burger to his drooling mouth, nails sinking into the sesame-seed bun like talons on an eagle. A ribbon of scent fluttered past the noses of the student Vegetarian Club. Each one wearing a miserable frown of desire or disgust. They noticed an evil gleam appear in his eyes as his lips sealed around the burger, his teeth penetrating layer after layer.

Bun.
Bacon.
Lettuce.
Tomato.
Pickle.
Cheese.
Beef.
Bun.

After pausing momentarily to breathe through his nose, he slowly tore away the rest of the burger. Chewing the delicacy, his face palpably displayed his endless bliss fabricated to spark envy in the vegan/vegetarian teenagers. As they stared depressingly at their salads, they began to slowly stab at the dried cafeteria vegetables and flavorless dressing. It wasn’t until the last bite of cheeseburger disappeared into the porcine stomach of Principal Hamilton, that the Vegetarian Club began to wonder why he had decided to eat with them.