Welcome to Gaia! ::

Frost wasn't sure what he was seeing. The cafeteria never cleaned out this fast. Ever. This was to him, impossible. No meat left, only vegetarian and vegan left. The ghost sniffed the air and frowned, ears pinning back. He only smelled greens and fruits behind the lunch counter. Not a scrap of meat in sight. Maybe this was just an oversight. They had to have some meat.

No, they told him, they gave the last meat meal away just a few minutes ago. A whimper forming in the back of his throat it escaped as Frost looked around to see if maybe someone had some leftovers. The lack of meat was a plight. He couldn't go hunting in his suit, and lunch would be over in twenty some odd minutes.
There was a heaven on Halloween and he'd found it.

"I'm sorry dearie, but we don't have any more meat." Frost couldn't help the growl that bubbled up from the back of his throat. Outrage, scandle, meat was a staple of every diet. Okay maybe not but he thought it should be. Meat was delicious and worth any sort of suffering.

At the notice of another boil trying to get meat as well, Frost huffed. "They say they do not have any meat." Arms crossed, the one ghost looked to the other. "But if you have already have some, taking more is disheartening to those who have not had any." He stared. "Unless you mean something else."

Red eyes narrowed as Frost considered just what this boil was saying. Samples. Plural. He had indeed, taken more than one serving. Food for experiments. A waste of meat to the wolfos. Waste not, or want a very angry wolfos. Perhaps not angry so much as frustrated and hungry. "If I am understanding what you are saying," Frost began, a look of judgement evident on his face, "you got meat, and have stowed it away somewhere in th hopes that in half a day's time, you will have a creature of your own making." Frost wasn't quite sure why anyone would want a creature made of meat.

Aside from eating at any rate.

"That is a horrible idea. Even if it worked you'd just have a living lump of meat. Which then would be akin to dinner."

This boil was clearly ailed in the mind. Meat beings were beings that were not meant to be. Not unless they became a sustainable food source. At which point Frost would accept them and use them like any other prey beast.

"A super speciemen.. A super living body of lunch meat. To what it's meaning would be I can only guess." This boil being anything's master seemed like a bad idea. "Well, Master, maker, creator, father- depends on how it viewed you and you raise it I sup-" Words cut short by the whisper, Frost stared, slightly shocked.

"You would have it made... only to be dismantled?" Head tilted, Frost was confused as to why one would dissect their own creation.

"A better one? What would it do the-" The crash had Frost jumping ear alert and tail poofing up and his head snapped in the direction of the sound. ".....That smells horrible." Not the worst, but fresh was better than.. experimental.

"..... On the off chance that there is now a giant meat beast roaming the campus, how would you intend to deal with it?" He was curious, and slightly concerned the plan would just be punching things. Punching things didn't always work.

Depending on the size and what? Frowning a bit, Frost looked out the door and-

How much meat did Zero hypothetically just bring to life? A stare at the ghost dog, Frost just accepted that sometimes it was best to to go sniffing around for answers to everything. "Well... sometimes I guess FEAR does things... and like anything be unpredictable. Plus I think your creation has been left unattended too long." Red eyes flicked to the door.

"We might need to dissect it sooner than later I would guess. Before it wrecks everything... or stinks up the campus."

His nose wouldn't be able to handle that.

Frost paused in his step to look at Zero. To give the other canine a slow look, wondering if perhaps, the dog had eaten one to many bacon strips. ".....Dissect yes. And I wash my suit regularly, not to mention being a ghost not many things stick and all that. I can also turn myself into snow which helps separate myself from- well actually come to think of it I'm not entirely sure why I remain clean a majority of the time."

The sudden meat foot did set his own thoughts back on track.

".....I did not, not until you mentioned it. Screaming yes, meat foot no." The kick that sent meat over everything and everyone was met with Frost shaking (like a dog), then pulling out a small handkerchief and wiping his face.

"How rude." He offered the cloth to Zero.
".... Part of me says we should try to fight it, the other says just to take what meat there is, eat it, and be content."