Whining, he tossed a half-full blood bag onto the ground, causing some to spill out. Swap’s stomach growled, and he groaned in annoyance, putting one hand on his stomach, and the other on his head.

Uggghhh. I don’t understand! These things just aren’t doing the trick! I can’t drink this. It’s- it’s bland, and the texture is..bleeehhh. You understand, don’t you?? I need something fresh!

Swap looked at you with a pleading expression, wanting you to help aid his problem.