Finger-Licking Good

One of my favorite things to eat (especially on warm, summer evenings) is human flesh.


It needn't be cooked. Cold is best, but living is just as well. I especially enjoy the screams of pain and torment elicited by the human in question. It's music to my ears, really, and in conjunction with the exquisite flavors of skin, sinew, blood, and muscle, it makes for a veritable symphony of the senses.