Brad: Hey, where'd my Kreely go?
Schlock: Sorry, that was me.
Brad: What was you?
Schlock: I ate it. I left you a note.
Brad: You ate it!?! Kreelies grow into loyal, intelligent beings! They can talk! They can live for a hundred years! They... they...
Schlock: ...they taste great when they're fresh.
Narrator: Let this be a lesson to all you emerging species. Great taste is not a survival trait. Select against it!