“What, really?”

“I’m not even done yet!”

“Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting, go on.”

“I found his corpse and there’s only a couple tiny mals!”

“…Ooh. Are you thinking what I’m thinking, here, Alex, because—”

“I’m thinking, we throw a that motherfucker’s dead party, take his hair and blood and stuff as party favors.”

“How’d he die?”

“Don’t know, don’t care. He got poisoned a while ago?”

“Hm.” Pause. “Niki, do you have any spells for baking out poison? Probably wouldn’t be worth it for bits of cafeteria food, but—”

“…I do but I don’t want to eat a person.”

“More for us, then.” Glance at Alex. “I mean, assuming you’re interested.”

“Fuck yeah I’m interested! Let’s eat that motherfucking asshole!”

“Great. —Tommy?”

“Gonna be honest, I thiiiiiink I’m with Niki on this one.”

“Aw, come on, man, it’ll be fun! Come onnnnn. I’ll give you one of his bones and everything.”

“You are so lucky I am already your friend.”

“So you’re saying you don’t want his bones.”

“Weeeell. I wouldn’t say that.”

“Great, so we’re all agreed.”

“I get most of the bones, though, because I found him and also he’s my ex.”

“Sure. Just promised Tommy one. We can give him one of the really little ones, even, like a toe bone or something.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry, this is what you get for refusing cannibalism with me.”

"You are-- you are a terrible person, you know that, right?"

"It just makes sense! It's not like-- I mean, think of it this way, the alternative is that the mals eat him. It just simply makes sense."