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[vore_crimes]

Right. In numbered list:

1. Why the hell am I missing a week?

2. Boys' six, I'm moving out. Moved, I guess. Which means you're no longer off the menu.

3. On that note:

I'm hungry. Who wants to volunteer to be dinner?

Comments

[vore_crimes]

What. If they volunteer, you got no complaints, right?

[daisoujou]

I'd volunteer, but Audience tastes like a mixture of poison swamp, pure holy energies, and heavy, HEAVY doses of psychotropic drugs.

That and the whole 'can't touch this' thing. :_:

[vore_crimes]

So you're, what, just taunting me?

[daisoujou]

No, I'm saying how I would help if I was more solid. Give me an hour or so and I might be able to transport a cow or something.

[vore_crimes]

Who'd want a cow?

[durandork]

Don't you mean... cook dinner?

[vore_crimes]

No.

I mean I'm gonna rend whoever volunteers into shreds of gore and eat them. I'll probably beat my chest in victory after.

[durandork]

...

:: takes a step back ::

[vore_crimes]

You gonna run?

[as_apple_pie]

. . .

[vore_crimes]

...is that a yes?

[as_apple_pie]

No.

[vore_crimes]

C'mon. You scared?

[all_except_one]

Be dinner?

*he tastes like happiness*

[vore_crimes]

Yeah. Dinner. You wanna?

[I loev the taste of happiness!]

[all_except_one]

What sort of dinner?

[vore_crimes]

The kind where I eat.