Rolling your eyes, you sit down and crack open your can of energry drink. "Dude, I am not gay, I am hungry. So if you don't mind, I will sit my lowly self here and have my lunch."
Eyeing you with perhaps a little bit more respect than previously, the scraggly haired slacked shrugged one shoulder. "Whatev, man," he drawled, "knock yourself out. It's all the same to me. I don't eat lunch in any case, it's a waste of time. Everything is a waste of time."
You arch an eyebrow and swallow a mouthful of sugary drink, resisting the urge to laugh in his face. "Of course, dude, everything is a waste of time," you repeat, only now noticing that no-one at the table seems to be eating anything.