"ORT, I'm hungry."

Such was the whine of Liam as he rolled onto his side, his stomach grumbling. A disjointed form of human speech emanated from the TYPE below him.

"Then acquire something with a strong flavor for us."

"But OOOOOOORT..."

Neither existence wanted to have to do anything.

Also there was an amplifying energy cascade some ways away, so some idiots were probably having a battle. 

"If they don't quiet down so I can get back to sleep, there's gonna be hell to pay."

"Your species is subpar at slumbering, if you cannot ignore the sound of a handful of weaklings trading blows."

"Shut up, ORT."