Amina jots down the notes,<em>Kevin Talwic... Poli Sci... breakfast... out of kitchen... eat people... Magic... WUSE...</em>. "Oh, looks like its getting ready to come out. Did you actually see it eat anybody? What kind of omelette is it made of? Has anyone seen the cooks?" Amina asked, looking up from her notepad and wishing she had more arms so she could write and snap pictures. "I need a photographer..." she muttered, then said with a loudness that suprised even herself, "HEY! Maybe it was the Culinary Science people in WUSE. Maybe they're trying to take over the kitchens? Hrm..." Amina began to write again, continually glanicin up to see what was happening, not wanting to miss anything.