When mustard got boring, he started with ketchup – lots of it. They were sure there was a hot dog beneath it somewhere.

“Perhaps he’s trying to cover up the taste,” Selphie had whispered to Quistis. Quistis thought that wasn’t likely because as far as she knew the hot dogs had no taste.

The next new thing was cheese – lots of it. Every day Zell would line his tray with small paper cups filled to the brim with it. He was oddly methodical: he dunked, twisted, and withdrew. The hot dog went into his mouth whole.

Saving lives always made him hungry.