We shall eat them all, Marguerite. A ginger feast.
Arrr! This plastic is too tough!
Yeah. Ferocious carnivores like us need meat!
It shall not escape us this time.
It's looking at me.
It doesn't seem very worried yet.
Heh heh heh. Prepare to feast!
I think I feel hot, fetid breath on my back.
The mountain of steak is smirking.