"He'd make me upchuck. Only rodents eat their own kind."
"Just a bite?"
"Do I have to swallow?"
"No. Just slash—"
"Wait, barbarian—"
"Barbarian Terrestrial, am I? You were maybe going to invite me for tea and cakes with that pencil-ray?"
"I—"
"Talk!" snapped Peter. "Where is she?"
"Who?"
"Buregarde—?"