Kak: Those bags of meat are fallen comrades?
Kerchak: Bits of them, yes.
Sign: Der Trihs
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Kak: And you carry them for burial?
Kerchak: No, we need to get them to a physician.
Kak: I'm not familiar with that word. Is it a kind of cook?
Kerchak: Hey, I thought you said "food that talks isn't food."
Kak: That's our rule, yes. I'm happy to hear that it's yours, too?