Switchblade huffed at the suggestion of being able to consume... Anything, really.
"A bee," Switchblade began, staring directly at Manpower. "Has a dangerous sting. To some it could even be fatal. But in order to sting, the bee must die."
He swiveled his head to stare at the Gamemaster. "We can't keep up such a violent and destructive series of heists. I don't know if it was obvious to you, but aside from Errol Flynn, they outmatch us pretty well. Sooner one of us is going to get pulled far enough away that you can't magically zap us away, and if that one is as strong as the faces here suggest..."
He swiveled his head all the way around, making sure to look at everyone in the room. "Well, it won't be long before they get the information they're looking for."