Rygel, the Dominar as he refers to himself only ninety-eight times out of a hundred, is currently inside Crichton's quarters, much to the annoyance of the human. Rygel, like all of his species, is hungry, always hungry. As a Hynerian, having three stomachs doesn't help any.

Rygel is rifling through some of John's personal effects and discovers a plain box full of what appears to be foodstuffs inside. "What the frell is this?" asked the Dominar. He holds a Snicker's Bar in his right hand.

"It's a candy bar," John answered impatiently. He attempted to grab it from Rygel's hand, but it was already too late.

Rygel starts chewing on it, including the wrapping. "It tastes like dren," he commented before throwing up all over the nearby floor. Luckily, 1812, John's personal DRD cleans up the mess.

"I was saving that for Aeryn!" John pointed out angrily. "For Christ's sake, get out of my stuff!"

Rygel ignored the human and proceeded to eat another candy bar, this time, a Mars Bar. "What in the yotz is in this one?"

"At least remove the goddamn wrapping before eating it, Sparky." John sighs and rolls his eyes upwards.

"Wrapping?" Rygel looks downright puzzled.

"Wrapping." John grabs the bar from Rygel, removes the wrapping, and hands it back to him.

"Oh!" Rygel resumes eating the bar and finds it more to his taste. "It tastes similar to Fellup Nectar."

"It's NOT piss, Rygel! God! I wanted to eat these snacks slowly over the next 2-3 monens. Get out of there." John attempts to close the box.

Rygel doesn't move.

John groans and continues to eye the Hynerian, eating his Earth snacks.

Rygel finished the Mars Bar and found a third snack, a bag of potato chips - BBQ flavor.

"NO! Those are my favorites! You're not eating the chips!" John goes to grab the bag, but instead, the bag breaks open, and some of the chips fly all over the place, including on top of Rygel's head.

Rygel moves his throne sled slightly, removes the chips from his head, and proceeds to taste one of them. "Tastes like Raslak. Not bad." He eagerly eats the rest of the chips, including the ones on the floor. "No sense wasting them."

"What kind of taste buds you got, Rygel?" John throws up his hands in surrender.

"For a Hynerian, my taste buds are much more sophisticated than anyone's. Especially yours. My food intake is modest compared to many of my species." Rygel looks in the box and takes out a package of Twinkies. He glared at the package and put it back in the box. "This looks like Mivonks. I'm not •that• hungry."

John's had enough. "OUT! OUT!" He yelled at the Dominar.

"Just as well, I have to go to the noelly anyway." Rygel farted and proceeded to hover away.

"Too much info, Sparky!" John comments while plugging his nose.