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’
It
should
,
’
Kane
shot
back
.
’
You
know
what
this
stuff
is
made
out
of
.
’
’
I
know
what
it
’
s
made
out
of
,
’
Parker
replied
.
’
So
what
?
It
’
s
food
now
.
You
’
re
hardly
the
one
to
talk
,
the
way
you
’
re
gulping
it
down
.
’
’
I
’
ve
got
an
excuse
.
’
Kane
stuffed
another
huge
forkful
in
his
mouth
.
’
I
’
m
starving
.
’
He
glanced
around
the
table
.
’
Anyone
know
if
amnesia
affects
the
appetite
?
’
’
Appetite
,
hell
.
’
Dallas
picked
at
the
remnants
of
his
single
serving
.
’
You
had
nothing
in
you
but
liquids
all
the
time
you
were
in
the
autodoc
.
Sucrose
,
dextrose
,
and
the
like
keep
you
alive
but
aren
’
t
exactly
satisfying
.
No
wonder
you
’
re
starving
.
’
’
Yeah
.
’
Kane
swallowed
another
double
mouthful
.
’
It
’
s
almost
like
I
.
.
like
I
.
.
’
He
broke
off
,
grimaced
,
then
looked
confused
and
a
little
frightened
.
Ripley
leaned
toward
him
.
’
What
is
it
.
.
what
’
s
wrong
?
Something
in
the
food
?
’
’
No
.
.
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
It
tasted
all
right
.
I
don
’
t
think
.
.
’
He
stopped
in
midsentence
again
.
His
expression
was
strained
and
he
was
grunting
steadily
.
’
What
’
s
the
matter
then
?
’
wondered
a
worried
Lambert
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
.
’
He
made
another
twisted
face
,
looking
like
a
fighter
who
’
d
just
taken
a
solid
punch
in
the
gut
.
’
I
’
m
getting
cramps
.
.
getting
worse
.
’
Nervous
faces
watched
the
exec
’
s
twist
in
pain
and
confusion
.
Abruptly
,
he
let
out
a
loud
,
deep
-
toned
groan
and
clutched
at
the
edge
of
the
table
with
both
hands
.
His
knuckles
paled
and
the
tendons
,
stood
out
in
his
arms
.
His
whole
body
was
trembling
uncontrollably
,
as
if
he
were
freezing
,
though
it
was
pleasantly
warm
in
the
mess
room
.
