"Not really," Gene says, but he knows he needs to eat. He'd been too anxious to think about eating or sleeping, and his other usual method of gauging when it was time to eat - watching the people around him - had fallen through. As a living skeleton, Skul had no need for food, and so the thought had barely crossed Gene's mind, except when he'd found himself beginning to get dizzy.

Just then, his stomach growls, as though reminded of food's existence. "I guess I am, actually. You?"