[ Spike pulls out a bag and manages to grab one. ]

Yeah. These things.

[ Spike is, as a rule, unsentimental. But his approach to the coal tars is ruthless even for him. It's not just that rats on a ship, even a space ship, are a constant menace and a very real threat to food stores and general health. There's also the thing that had emerged from the fridge. The thing that was his fault, that had nearly killed the entire crew.

Not going to let that happen again. The coal tar goes in the bag, and he twirls it around his finger. ]

I'm trying to decide if I want a gourmet breakfast-for-dinner. Haven't had eggs benedict in a while. Or dim sum.