Narrator: Viaton District, just one kilometer south of Northport. . .
Ebbirnoth: So. . . How was that Smutto? Is it coming back up?
Schlock: I'm an amorph. Dinner isn't coming back up unless it can fight its way back up. Smutto is just corn and soy, it'll stay down.
Ebbirnoth: It's not just corn and soy. It's also a bacteria colony fighting off a fungal infection. Smutto is a little of germ warfare disguised as a side dish.
Schlock: Okay, sure. But the last time I had to spit something out it was an infection of nanobots. The Smutto I dropped down the hole is way out of its league.
Ebbirnoth: You can eat anything, then?
Schlock: Amorphs are weird that way.
Schlock: We've all got our gifts, right? Sure, I can eat anything, but I don't see as well as you do.
SFX: KKRAAK
Schlock: As well as you used to, anyway.
Ebbirnoth: Oww?