MEAT IS ME
MEAT IS ME
You can scream, I suppose. Weep, maybe. Have you considered curling into a ball?
β’ Are you sure about this?
β’ No. But I love you.
The moment that you die will feel exactly the same as this one.
β’ Oh, what's the name of that helper of yours?
β’ Uh, Martin.
β’ No, no β the hot one.
I donβt have time to check in on my favourite blorbo skrunkily twink ship drama! Iβve got to go eat the rich!
Was it a good poem?
β’ It did not "eat" Colin! The system just... responded to an attack.
β’ By eating Colin.
Sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of me polishing all the break room knives.
β’ Sorry. No wonder you've been so arsey.
β’ I've not been "arsey"-
β’ The minister is...
β’ A useless sack of skin?
It was her domain and she reeked of power and authority in every sense of the word and when she spoke, they all listened.
β’ Are you sure about this?
β’ No. But I love you.
The moment that you die will feel exactly the same as this one.
Seeking murderous host, must provide own cleavers.
Oh Godβ¦ Heβd hate that, he always wanted us to go paperless.
β’ Catch you next time, dearie.
β’ No, you won't.
I met someone; did I tell you? He'sβ I, I don't know. I like him. He doesn't like me, though. Not really. I don't blame him. I don't like me sometimes, and I am me.
β’ Sorry.
β’ You apologize too much.
β’ Are you sure about this?
β’ No. But I love you.
No, I was myself, and that was enough.
He cared for her. He trusted her. And she fed him to me.
Mr. Spider doesn't like it.
There is something very wrong with you.
The moment that you die will feel exactly the same as this one.
If I never hear the name Jurgen Leitner again, it will be too soon.
Not circus music, you cretin! Christ alive! Something cheery, something nice. Right now!
β’ [Delighted] I have no idea! It's a mystery!
β’ Just so you know, this... this is an adorable look on you.
How would a melody describe itself when asked?
For godβs sake, can he not stay safe for like, like ten minutes?