RK: Goodeth, Good. When we geteth back homest I shall findeth us a chicken for thou to feedeth off of.
Symbiote!King: Alive?
RK: Aliveth.
Symbiote!King: Ok..
Symbiote!King: ?
*Tries it, then immediately spits it out* What IS that?! Where’s the satisfying Neck Crunch? The bloody mess? The crunchy skull? The squishy brain?