You’d be wandering through the cafeteria, looking around for some grub to get your hands on, because your stomach was very, VERY empty after fighting off all those gootraxians earlier.

You’d find a can of beans, and figure, “why not?” You’d rad the beans, and, moments later, proceed to be having stomach issues. Hooray.

Youd go to the bathroom, only to see a gootraxian nomming on one of the stall doors. A new soap dino that you haven’t seen before. They turned to look at you.

“A-aah! A human! D-don’t hurt me! I didn’t do anything wrong! I-I’m not a rare variant!”

they started crying. Poor thing.