their stomachs yearn for nutrients minds full only with instinct desires to feed desires to tear flesh from bone well, will you let them devour? your skin will make an oh-so-lovely coat those bones will make for fine display pieces and your meat… oh, your meat let me use my knives, my wonderful wonderful knives to strip fat from flesh to divide wrong from right all the while, your eyes shake your lips quiver in pain, as if you didn’t ask for this bare your teeth at me once more it will not help you prevail, although... they will make a beautiful necklace