Sixth Tribute at the Food Court

You hear a strange chewing noise coming from behind the counter. When you investigate you see a horrible sight. There is a long furby greedily devouring a pack of hot dogs. Packaging and hot dog chunks are scattered everywhere. It freezes in the middle of its feasting and whips its head up to look you straight in the eyes. After a breathless moment, it returns to its meal with even more of a voracious appetite than before. Probably best just to leave it alone.