*Alger frowned as the lecturer spoke to them: he had always eaten sentient prey, prey that understood what was happening, and now he was restricted to what the machines in the cafeteria could give him.  He sighed, counting himself lucky that he had at least been just underneath the height limit, and didn't have to wear a wristband.   He decided to head up to his dorm, passing a variety of students on his way there.  He idly wondered if one of the balls of gas would catch fire if he lit it with his zippo.  As he rounded the corner, he saw possibly the weirdest scene ever:  a floating fish screaming at a door and cursing the person who created it.  He walked over and grasped the handle, opening the door for the frustrated fish*<br/><br/>Here, let me get that, must be frustrating not having hands in this world.<br/><br/>* he smiled, thinking maybe the place wouldn't be so bad*