"We dont always like making big messes. Espcially if were not at home," said Malice, "Besides, we like live squirming meals," giggled Night, "So well eat you whole, and make sure we digest every little bit." "Hm hm hm. Are your ready to be eaten, or would you rather chat?" asked the fox, taking a sip of ale, "Aw, the greatest drink along with blood. Excuse me waiter, can we get some more?"