"Man, no thanks." He makes a face at the idea. Not that he's opposed to eating bugs in general, but the sight of those guys tearing each other apart was enough to make even him a little queasy. "I guess we'll just have to go hunting for a better dinner. We'll probably have more luck if we split up."

He stops at an intersection, turning to look both ways down each street before looking back at Amos. "Here. I'll go this way, you go that way--meet up at that big tower over there?" He points. It's hard to miss the big white thing stabbing up towards the ceiling.