( Tally... wha — how... no. No, he will not ask. Only shudder, grin and bear through another glimpse of the putrid broth of green delight. )

...would you prefer it were for you? ( Noooooooooooooooooo. ) Do not answer that.

( He... mistrusts the naivete and fond willingness of some of the people he has so encountered here, perpetually encumbered by this great and fine thing, their bleeding hearts. )

I am certain these fine men, women and children will... greatly benefit from this... ( A wince. ) Warm meal.