Page 289(A small structure within Two-Legs, roughly painted orange, ruined, and with bars fastened from the outside over the windows. Two acolytes guard its door. Spondule lies on the floor, unconscious)
O: Eat something, boy.
(Spondule wakes. Before his face is a red canister of Engine rations)
SPONDULE: (raising himself) O, gods... Engine biscuit.