Squinting, Higher Education pushed his glasses a little farther up his nose, trying vainly to make the blurred, too-tiny text resolve itself into something readable. After a few seconds of blinking and a few eye-rubs, he gave it up as a lost cause and simply pretended to be looking at it.
"Right."
Wait. 4chan was ordering for the two of them? That couldn't end well. Higher Education looked over at the menu - another collection of text he was too hungover and apathetic to focus on - and back at the screen. It was...actually surprisingly hard to care, and he really didn't like it.
He was going to get drunk tonight and that was an awful idea and that was final. Spring break would be over soon enough.