It’s Time to Bring Back The Scrounge

For some truly risk-loving individuals, the scrounge never left. The Commandments may have been stripped from the Commons wall, the table covered in half-eaten sandwiches and picked-at bowls of rice may have been cleaned and folded and packed away, but for some, the spirit of the Scrounge has remained. Despite the plague risk, the spinning dish-whisker presents not so tall of a barrier that a determined and dauntless individual, confident in their constitution, can still eat for free. 

“It’s still the Scrounge if you’re fast enough:” a bottom-feeder mantra that helps to ease the food budgets of the few who remember the old days. But it’s clear: the memory of the once-celebrated institution is fading.

Bring back the Scrounge! It would be deeply more sanitary if people could sort the food they sneezed on out of the hungry mouths of would-be-Scroungers. If you are scared of disease, pay for your food. Consider the boon your uneaten slice of pizza may be to the unlucky Commons dweller who forgot their wallet. 

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Mud is a seasoned Quest writer, an Environmental Studies student in their third year. Mud has kept up a weekly strange entertainment column for over thirty issues and has covered pressing sustainability and land-use stories for the past two years.