Hary placed the meteor on a clean sheet of cloth and became to smash it with his iron fist, his metal hands made it easier to break it down into small pieces that is easy to consume.
Sitting in a corner Prisitsky watched him with an unknown look on his face.
Without a word, Hary brought a small marble-sized meteor shad to him. "Eat,"
Prisitsky faced the wall refusing to look at him. "This is precious resource material. I won't eat it."
Hary grabbed him by his chin and made him face him. "eat or I will make you eat it."
"No,"
Hary shoved it into his mouth.
He just rolled it around in his tongue and spat it out. "I said I won't eat! What word do you not understand?!"
Hary delicately garbed his hand. "Eat," he gently licked his fingertips with a puppy dog look. "For me?"
Prisitsky simply scoffed and stood up, holding the walls. His bony hands clenched tightly. 'No, I can't give in... I mustn't,'
