Unfortunately, the Foodbeast got in first. Chrysalis looked over at the creature just in time to see him yank his fingers from the drone’s mouth with a wet plop. Rubbing the saliva off on his shirt, and with eyes unfocused, the Foodbeast drunkenly snaked an arm under the drone’s torso as he made to stand up. Lifting the still-sleeping drone up with him, the female’s four legs dangling down as she was held by his side, the Foodbeast ambled over towards the downed Commander with only a tad more grace than Scuttle had himself demonstrated. 