Taningia danae walks into a bar. The music stops, all the patrons stare, and the bartender growls, "We don't serve your kind in here." Stunned, Taningia slinks out the door.
She walks into another bar. Again, the music stops, the patrons glare, and the bartender barks, "We don't serve your kind in here." Taningia walks out, head held high but with cheeks burning.
Finally, she comes to a bar that appears to be mixed. She walks through the door. The DJ scratches the record to a stop, the patrons recoil and the bartender, baseball-bat in hand, quietly says, "Sorry, but we don't serve your kind in here."
Humiliated, and sick of humiliation, Taningia pulls herself up to her full height, flashes her photophores and bellows:
"Does EVERYONE know I'm a cannibal?"