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You don't become a SEAL without picking up a few - okay, a lot - of survival skills.
"Cleaver."
Cleaning freshly caught game, be it fish, rabbit, or what-have-you, is one of them.
"Deboner."
The thing is - the techniques are limited to terrestrial fish, rabbits, and what-have-yous.
"Paring."
So when you finally get your hands on food in the form of an alien lifeform, and it's up to you to get the meat off it...
"All I see's fat. What about you?"
"Same here."
...you're kind of SOL.
"Did we check the claws?"
The honey badger across the table nods. "Bone."
"The, uh...the fuckin'...beak...thing?"
"Bone."
"The...hole?"
"Couldn't tell."
"Fuck this, I'm going with the 'hawk."
Some assistance, please?
"Cleaver."
Cleaning freshly caught game, be it fish, rabbit, or what-have-you, is one of them.
"Deboner."
The thing is - the techniques are limited to terrestrial fish, rabbits, and what-have-yous.
"Paring."
So when you finally get your hands on food in the form of an alien lifeform, and it's up to you to get the meat off it...
"All I see's fat. What about you?"
"Same here."
...you're kind of SOL.
"Did we check the claws?"
The honey badger across the table nods. "Bone."
"The, uh...the fuckin'...beak...thing?"
"Bone."
"The...hole?"
"Couldn't tell."
"Fuck this, I'm going with the 'hawk."
Some assistance, please?