Runt: God, what large teeth you have!
Princess: You look cold.
Runt: No... well, just... (shivers) Okay, i'm freezing.
Princess: And probably hungry.
Runt: I... i'm a picky eater... just warning you.
(Princess throws him a steak)
Runt: But i can be flexible.
(Runt eats the steak)
Runt: Mmm, yummy! (burps and smiles cutely; gives the rest of the bife to Princess)
Princess: Why aren't you eating the rest? Don't you know how scarce meat is?
Runt: I was leaving the other half for you. You know, like sharing. I guess it's an Omega thing.
Princess: When we have a kill, those who eat are those who fight for...
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