like why would you eat bugs when you've got a perfectly good, protein-filled non-bug bean option right there. Fucking weird tbh
What if you were trapped on a desert island with a large, Kafkaesque cockroach, a Caesar salad (with anchovies), and a cow with object permanence? Would you be ok with eating the sentient bug man?
what if your name was gregor and this dude showed up on your island one day and then kept debating to themselves if they should dismember and consume your friend betsy, or shuck and devour you, and absolutely wailing about the moral ramifications of just sharing the ceasar salad you were eating for lunch because "it has anchovies!" only for them to look you dead in the eye and ask permission to hack off a few of your limbs?