All Davon heard was some mumbling about a girl and the word "food". He realised now that he was very hungry.He looked up immediately.
"Well, hmm, I'm ok but if you insist I guess I can swallow a few bites. I wish I could get a BigMac somewhere close by."
Davon wasn't even sleepy anymore, his stomach suddenly remembered how nice and filling BigMacs were, even if hard to digest. Suddenly he thought of home, a shithole, that's how he'd describe it, but home nevertheless. He wanted to see his friends again, here though, he realised he'll never have any friends other than a talking octopus, which all in all wasn't so bad, but one day Skavard will find his way back to his town and live with his kind. Davon will never have a family either, it seems people just weren't the same here, and not many enjoyed his company.
He emptied these thoughts quickly, his hunger coming back to him and making itself be heard.
"I hope it won't be that disgusting maggot meat for dinner, its way too nasty."