Sample: There were some things about this place that Yuri liked, he decided. The spot he'd claimed for himself near the main kitchens was quiet, but not so out of the way as to be inconvenient. The people were... interesting if nothing else. Everyone seemed to mind their own business for the most part, and he hadn't come across anyone particularly annoying (yet). On the whole he was making the best of having been randomly pulled out of his admittedly starting-to-get-boring life and plunked into the middle of something that he still wasn't sure he understood. Some other things though were just plain bad.

For instance, the food. Yuri had managed to choke down enough brick-crumbs to keep hunger at bay, but this stuff would put Flynn's overseasoning to shame. If this was what everybody was eating, he seriously feared for the future of whatever it was that these people were doing.

“Still,” he muttered aloud. “I suppose if you were to deep fry it might not be so bad...” Deep-frying required fat. He'd seen a dubiously-labelled can of cooking fat in the kitchen, sniffed it, and decided not to bother. Worst came to worst, he might be able to find something useful in the “habitats” he'd heard mentioned. “Looks like it's time to go hunting...”