The Pet circles this small creature its found, a lot like a douchebag predator might circle prey its more interested in playing with, than killing.

By all rights, Saber should be a part of its food chain -- the edible part. She's clearly alive (yum), and she's small enough to be taken down without too much trouble (double yum)! But The Pet's simplistic brain recognises that something is wrong here. Sabre is missing her deliciously crunchy shell, and her chewy spark centre.

What's a vaguely rabid turbofox to do?

It doesn't reply, and the circles its making becomes increasingly tighter, bringing it closer.