Chris flopped onto his side, his tongue hanging out weakly, one paw resting on his belly. Years of a vegan diet combined with a hereditary slow metabolism had made his digestion rather weak, and it was probably going to be quite a while before he digested the meat his feral form had saw fit to consume. He'd eaten everything of the first cow he'd chewed up, even the bones, and had swallowed the second anthro whole-being nearly 10 feet tall in the true frenzied form, he hadn't had much trouble, but now, he was feeling it. "Man, it feels like I ate half of the stuff in Stone Cold Starved. RUUURP."<br/>OOC: I think we need to start looking for a new bassist.