I like her. She is smart. Tell her what we need Eddie.

"...GodDammit You son of a fucking parasitic alien piece of shit...I'm sorry I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."

...That hurts Eddie.

I know. I know I'm sorry.

Just work with me.

And be labeled a freak?

She already knows. And I don't think you're a freak. Isn't that what matters?

The man on the ground stretches out straight, "...We need to eat. And it has to be alive."

You owe me so big you pile of space goo. If I get sick...Or ousted. Or killed...

We won't let them kill you. You won't die.

He rolls over, hands on the dirt, "...Fish maybe? That seems t-to work best. I-"

"...Aw c'mon you don't have to look at me like I'm crazy. Okay. I might be. It's...It's a long fucking story."