[This time, Marco barely lets Kira finish. He snatches the contract away from him roughly, crumpling up the paper.] No! I mean human energy! That you get from humans! Three meals a day aren't going to do anything for you, you're just going to keep eating and keep wondering why you're still hungry until you have the body of someone you didn't mean to kill in your arms!

My gills - [He frantically slaps his neck with his free hand.] - aren't the problem. They're not making me kill people and take their nicest belongings over and over and over again.

[He stops to breathe, then notices the contract in his hand, in rather poor shape. After hesitating for a moment, he tries to straighten it back up.]