Meat Weight: Dark

[penthius]

The sick old man pulled her closer and whispered confidentially, "I'll a little worried that I've lost too much weight. Could you get an IV going to fill me up with saline solution or something? Like they do with those grocery store chickens to make them weigh more?" "Why on earth do you want to weigh more, Mr. Smith?" the hospice worker said with a smile, not really caring about the answer. Her job was to sit and comfort in the last days, and often enough those last days made less sense. "Well, so that there's enough meat to go around, of course," the old man said comfortably. "You have to eat at least 10 ounces to get a good colony going, and I want to make sure--

Inspiration: "A Little Priest" from the Sweeney Todd soundtrack.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: A different take on cannibalism--as intentional symbiont spreading. Could be fun.