[lowers the sea creature slowly. a-whoops. there's no ink on you, at least not yet. and this strange organic being is walking over for a closer look. at least he's holding it behind his back as he leans over to get a good look at your knee joints and lower leg. he is now not so much talking to you as talk in your general direction.]

You are not an organic creature. . . yet, you perceive fuel conception as an analogue of eating. . . Well, and I suppose it's as common as having Malt-O-Meal for breakfast among your type! Yes, yes. I wonder what the equivalent of a buffet is? Hopefully not a gas station.