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[cake_and_death]

[there's a sign on the mess hall door today: "Now Serving Tuesday Vichyssoise." Come inside and you will indeed find pots of a lovely chilled puree... that doesn't look like it's made of potatoes]

. . . all the blenders, ruined.

((AND THEN I WAS SUDDENLY CALLED AWAY BY FAMILY. I'm sorry, I will pick up, please mingle!))

Comments

[butterflybuldge]

Is it meatatarian night?

[cake_and_death]

Worse.

[butterflybuldge]

It's Tuesday. Really now, what were you expecting?

[cake_and_death]

Well to be honest, I've sort of gotten used to the stew . . .

[cake_and_death]

--the look of it! Just that!

[butterflybuldge]

I don't care if you eat it or not.

[cake_and_death]

You wouldn't?

[butterflybuldge]

That has nothing to do with me, now does it.

Also, that would be hypocritical, since I've eaten someone alive before. Well, more than one person, but most recently I did it the messy way.

In summary: whatever makes you happy~

[cake_and_death]

You've . . . eaten . . . ?

[butterflybuldge]

Why is that surprising? There are cannibals around here, among other things.

[cake_and_death]

And you really think it's because it makes them happy?

[butterflybuldge]

Oh no.

You're going to lecture me about what a horrible person I am, aren't you. Well, for your information, the people deserved it, and my species eats humans.

[cake_and_death]

Deserved it?

[butterflybuldge]

I don't need to justify my actions beyond that.

[cake_and_death]

I don't think that's possible.