Those things can't last a minute without thinking about good. I am currently on a tram, with my back to the window. A meter away from me there is a middle aged female eatbeast staring through the window. It had a weird look... A look filled with love, its maw gaping. The beast starts licking its lips and moustache constantly... And then it hit me. I am in an old part of town, and half of the buldings we pass have either bakeries or fast food restaurants on the ground floors. THE THING WAS STARING AT THE FEEDIN PLACES THE WAY TEEN GIRLS STARE AT THEIR CRUSHES WHILE LICKING ITS LIPS ON A CROWDED TRAM. Those things have the situational awareness of rotten potatoes. EDIT: good = food in title