Max stops, and swallows.  A hurt, innocent look comes to his face.  "Max like food," he says for effect, then in a softer voice.  "I am cutting back.  Usually have seconds," he says, then sips from a glass of water.  "Well, I guess big man have big appetites.  Of course, to be truthful, don't know to many with appetites as big as mine.   Not too many as as big as men come to think of it," he pauses, musing, then shrugs, taking another bite of food.  Savoring the taste, he chews, then swallows, following it down with more water.  "Have there been any more of our, er, comrades, show up yet?"