Feeling stuffed and actually having a full stomach tended to have different connotations for the ebony symbiote, with the reason for this being the case attributed to a number of variables. The most prominent explanation that they could think of was due to their formless state; being a shapeshifting parasite, what constituted as a ‘stomach’ for them was restricted to conforming with any biological standards.

      “We will not s̡ta͡r̵̨v͡e͟ – which is all that matters to us.” It was daunting work. being required to feed as often as they needed to. But, when the alternative meant dying, first by overtaxing their host and then being asphyxiated by the oxygen-rich atmosphere here, placating their appetites was an acceptable motivation to explain away their grievous acts. “None! We were careful to not leave behind any s̴̛͘c̷͜ra̶̴p̡s. Bone, sinew, blood, all is matter that can provide nourishment and is thus devoured.” Plus, by eating regularly, they could keep their host in good condition. And they did so enjoy inhabiting Brock’s body.
    “If you require food, you will have to H̶͠ÚNT it down yourself, as we have just done so!”

_{It wasn’t like Ky needed to eat anyways – he just was asking as maybe it would be a way to establish a better relationship with the Symbiote. So far, most of his attempts had failed, and while he wanted to make sure he wasn’t on the menu? As time passed, he didn’t even know if such a thing was possible – a reason to why he was attempting to keep a fair amount of distance between each other.}

      _{“Shame,”  he said, not even bothering to care about the concept of hunting something down. He wasn’t barbaric – nor did he feel the need to hunt anything for the sake  of just doing so. At least… not today. Maybe next time the notion came up. “I would have thought someone like you would be more… messy.” Or maybe that was just Ky’s own assumption – he’d never really seen the Symbiote eat before. Nor did he think he wanted to in all realty.}