He sat down at the lunch table, his bowl of soup steaming.
His fork stirred the hot broth, swirling the noddles, vegetables, eyeballs, and fingertips.
From across the table, his dorm mate looked at him then grunted.
“Manny’s Man Soup?” his friend asked.
With a nod, he began to eat his food. His friend shook his head.
“I don’t eat that one anymore. The Humans aren’t cage free.”