Just as Su Ming had expected, the contestants quickly divided up the roasted Facehugger. Though it had no seasoning at all, for people who had gone hungry all day, food was food. At least it was protein.
But the Facehugger had not been very large to begin with, about the size of a big hand, with tentacles just long enough to wrap around a human face. Split among several people, each of them got only a few bites.
That was nowhere near enough for them, so according to the logic of biological behavior, if eating was not enough, they needed to continue hunting or gathering.
Elf Number Four temporarily gained command of the team and lost himself amid the flattery. With a grand wave of his hand, he prepared to lead his teammates to the bottom of the ship, saying there were plenty of "little creatures in eggs" down there. Everyone could go, take as much as they wanted, and they had to make sure everyone ate their fill.
So they left Elf Number Five behind to watch the campfire while the other four headed for the ship's lower hold, as naturally and casually as savages going out to gather wild fruit.
"If all these actions are going exactly as the Aliens expected, that's a little frightening." Ambush Bug rubbed his chin, microphone clutched in hand. Though he said it was frightening, he was grinning from ear to ear. "As expected of Deathstroke's pets. They're just as dark as he is."
"You flatter me. After all, in the vast universe, the law of survival of the fittest is far crueler than Gotham. If they weren't dark enough, the Aliens would have no future either."
Holding a bottle of liquor, Su Ming calmly watched the hotpot. Though he was participating in