[If there are a few things Boone is used to, it's heat and wild creatures running around all over the place. He isn't, however, used to all this vegetation. He picks his way through the jungle, rifle in his hands, and crouches down by some thick foliage. He spots something moving nearby and looks through his scope at it, finger poised over the trigger. Yeah, he'd rather hunt for his food than be subjected to whatever the cafeteria lady decided to "cook".]

[A short time later, he's carving up an unfortunate capybara. It kind of reminds him of the giant mole rats in the Mojave, only with fur.]