Navi's Chair Was Sticky With Meat Juices, Yellow and Green

Friendly unscrewed Navi's steel cranium dome. Inside the meat had been scooped out in patches, as with a sharp grapefruit spoon. She plunged three of her six hands into Navi's open head and wrenched out handfuls of the stringy grey and red organics inside. Half the lights on the console had gone dark. Smoke drifted up the shaft to the engine room. 'Engineer, something is burning,' Engineer waved her off. "'I only needed the meat, friendly' said Engineer. I did no permanent harm.'