[ Alex's look turned grim and he shook his head. ]

Not as human, they don't. They ... get changed. And reused. It's -- [He cuts off and forces a bemused smile to his lips.]

Look, it ain't worth worryin about here, darlin'. If it ain't here, we're all the better for it. And talkin' about it is only gonna set us of our food.

[Which, given the disgusting stuff he'd managed to create, would not be difficult.]