Jake downed his beer in three immediate gulps, sighing afterward as he felt the cold liquid flow down. The parasite was growing impatient. It wanted meat, and it wanted it now. Upon overhearing the conversation between Melody and Mass, the creature attempted to spur Jake forward, but he resisted. Rage swelled in him, though he did not show it. He traced the rim of his glass, wondering if another drink would satiate him.