Yeah. It tasted like the cannibals said about the clown.

[He casts his memory back to the distance of half and hour ago.]

Kinda gritty.

[He tilts his hoof in the air.] Nah, nah. Something said the crab ones were fine. I read that somewhere. There was a whole thing about them. I forget what else.

Even the stuff that makes you shit yourself doesn't kill you here. Guy wrote a guide all about it. Well, it was about other stuff too. But a lot about that. I gave him a lot of crap for it. He's gone too, now.

[Blake's gaze turns inward, melancholy.]

Asshole.