"Yes...I would like a family-sized order of fried chicken and mashed potatoes" said Aisha over the phone. Jim was hungry, after all...he couldn't remember where he had eaten last. What Jim heard next sent a shiver down his spine. "And I would like a live young Terran. Between the ages of 12 and 20 if any are available. Yes, that would be fine. 30 minutes? Okay. Bye" She put down the phone and turned her attention to Jim.

"You're gonna eat that Terran?!" asked Jim.

"Jim, I use to eat Terrans long before I met you and Gene" said Aisha. "if that bothers you..."

Jim was indeed bothered by Aisha's diet. But, she wouldn't eat him...and he was happy for that. But he still felt horrible for the Terran that would end up in her stomach. He asked the question he was planning to ask Aisha a long time ago, and this seems to be the prefect time to bring it up.
"Why do you Ctarl-Ctarls eat us Terrans?" asked Jim.
"Look at me, Jim" said Aisha, pointing at herself. "I'm a predator, I like to eat meat...fresh meat if I can get it. It may sound cruel, but that's how the universe works: there's always something bigger than you that will try to eat you as soon as they caught sight of you. The big eats the little and weak...and you Terrans are weaker than us, hence we hunt you down when we catch sight of any Terran. I'm amazed that such an animal could survive without any natural weapons"
"Yeah...I'm amazed too" said Jim sullenly. Compared to other animals, Terrans were slow and blind. But, what Terrans lacked in stregth, they make it up in brains. Plus, the Terrans that lived in caves traveled in packs.
"Don't worry Jim" said Aisha, messing up his hair again. "I would rather starve than eat you"
"Thanks, Aisha" said Jim, not bothering to stop Aisha from messing up his hair.
"Would you eat Gene if we run into him?" asked Jim.
"He's still an enemy of the Empire" said Aisha. "so yes, I would have to eat him...or, at least kill him"
Jim sighed, he was sure that his life would be hell on the Ctarl-Ctarl ship...but, at least he wouldn't end up as Aisha's meal.
"By the way" said Aisha. "I'm getting up extra early tomorrow, before I meet my crew. I have something to look for in the store"
Jim shrugged at this. Probably some perfume or something for Aisha..he didn't care what she got for herself.
There was a sudden knock at the door. Thier meals have arrived.
The young Terran that was Aisha's meal look to be in her late teens. The Terran was tied up and dragged by the delivery man. The delivary man also had a box of fried chicken and mashed potatoes for Jim. Aisha paid for the meals, and the delivery man left.
Jim took his meal of fried chicken and mash patotoes and went into a corner and refused to watch as Aisha gobble down the Terran. The fried chicken was excellent and so was the mashed patotoes....it seems that Ctarl-Ctarl knew how to cook normal food. Jim heard Aisha make a final 'GULP!' and finally looked up to see Aisha. Aisha's belly was five foot round now, and her clothes were straining against her bloated gut. Jim was amazed that Aisha could swallow a Terran whole. There was struggles and yells from within Aisha's bloated stomach, but Aisha ignored it. Jim ate the chicken slowly.
"How many Terrans can you eat?" asked Jim.
"Nyrraaag?" asked Aisha. "why do you ask?"
"Just curious" said Jim.
"Well, one time I ate so many Terrans, I was the same weight as an elephant" said Aisha.
"You're pulling my leg" said Jim.
Aisha tweaked her nose in reponse and let out a small belch.