Brains of soft weak mammals are a delacacy to the Kraan. No drone could resist the flavour of the supple, fatty organ.

This drone sneaks one of the brains from the collection jar, and hopes that his supervisor won't notice the missing ration.

It guides the freshly slaughtered meat to join the waiting bodies of a row of Balazorian females that are ready to roast in the ovens.

The two species from opposite sides of the galaxy roast side by side in the hot Kraan oven, slowly turning golden brown.