The diet of the Turret Monster consists of anything that drops into the base of the turret, where it quickly vanishes out of sight, to be followed by sounds of 'Nom Nom Nom'.
With a rich palate varying from 7.62mm casings to mobile phones, GPS units, crumbs from Biscuit Brown and Egg Banjo's, the Monster leads a content and happy life and has a particular fondness for bolts and nuts from fittings inside the turret. Usually the same size of bolts your QM(T) has just ran out of.
Sometimes they are known to horde the items, allowing a later recovery once you've found someone small enough to be hung upside down by their ankles whilst they try and fish out the dropped items with a CQB antennae.
More often than not though, anything dropped is quickly consumed and never seen again.
"Have you got that bolt off yet?" "Yeah, almost there." "Don't drop the bloody thing." "I've got it, I've g.. *dink*...NOM NOM NOM..... Fuck."