[Munch's Master]

Dek's jaw would have hit the floor if it could. "....A... a-a-a l-living Meech?!... B-b-buh-tch-shw....fuh...-bu-bu-but they're extinct! We've tried for years, years, to revive them! And you're telling me that one is in there...and t-talking?"
He sat down and ate another Chill Pill.
"I know very little about Meeches, only that there are elements in their DNA similar to Scrabs and Meetles- the hard carapaces, the powerful walking legs and lack of upper limbs other than vestigial limbs, the powerful beak, although with a Meech it is more tendril-like, perhaps even like a Slig or Paramite, or Gloktigi, but...no. I don't know much about Meech DNA other than some minor similarities to Meetles and Scrabs. Praetyre?"

Arthur was pretty lost for words too. "Man, I used'ta love Meech Munchies. An' I've always wanned ta see a living Meech. All I know 'bout 'em is the odd ol' recipe fer cookin' em. Fried Meech gullet, that was a delicacy in the early days of the Barracks..."