Grease trap

>Be in a Tuesday night Film in History class from 5:30 to 8:00
>Have some chicken breasts beforehand to keep myself full, bring some green tea in a mug to sip on while watching The Battle of Algiers
>2 minutes before class starts, huffing puffing greatcoat-wearing beast rolls down the center isle of the lecture hall towards the front of the room.
>His hair is slicked back and greasy, the sort of fatty who tries to use style to cover up his disgusting body. He carries one of the hard-bottomed tote bags we were given at orientation, evidently carrying something weighty
>He sits in a seat, unfolds the armrest desk for his own seat, the seat to his left and the next seat over to the right.
>Begins unpacking the buffet bag
>Two hotdogs, two bags of chips, a large drink and some sort of flurry with a brownie.
>Having already brought the fold down desk over his gut and placed food upon the desk, he has no way to escape when he realizes that he hasn't yet plugged in his macbook
>he pleads with a nearby girl to plug in his macbook
>She pretends to not hear him
>He rearranges his feast in defeat to haul himself to the wall outlet
>He goes on to ruin a decent movie and discussion by eating noisily while a lecture hall full of normal students stares on