Von Koester shifts his bulk around in his seat, and lets out a barking, bitter laugh. "Silverware. Gloves. We have spent a generation improving ourselves, making ourselves something more than mere men, and yet you all are so willing to return to the trappings of their 'civilization'. One, I might add, that most of you are too young to even clearly remember." He lifts a section of leg in one of his massive, clawed hands as he speaks, and bites into it. The bone snaps as his jaw closes. "What, then, is the purpose of separating ourselves from this inferiority, and creating this Republic of higher beings, if we are simply to return to their basic way of life? You all forget the drudgery and baseness of human existence. They are not to be studied or understood any more than our former selves are - they are to be used only to advance our species, to act as sustenance for our people.." He takes another bite.