Everyone sighed; no-one liked a fussy meerkat. His irritating ways were guaranteed to kill a party stone dead.
“It is indeed,” Mabel kicked the (non-organic) label under the table. “I insist that I'll only eat humans who have not touched McDonalds, KFC or Domino's Pizza.”
“Difficult to find aren't they – these organic humans?” sniffed the meerkat. “you certainly have to source them outside the UK or the States.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, Mabel especially seeing as her human had come from Glasgow.