Broken hunger
"We don't have enough time to use old medieval methods, guys," you think for a while what exactly do with him. He is in a deplorable state, you can't use to make fancy rib steaks or barbecues. Except if someone is into purulent meat; thankfully, It is not the case, and everyone agrees that the best way to get something wholesome is grinding and chopping the healthy flesh.
Felix looks over the old defeated lion attentively as he is looking for a new sculpture in The Purr museum. Mumbling to himself raptured by the body open in front of him.
The room has become suddenly, something different. Mesmerized by the dance between the old Captain and The novice Beneath him.
"What the fuck is he doing?" you wonder soon you are hearing from the officers the same quiet hums about our brand new hotshot.
He is totally unaware of that ecstatic touching sullenly his own tool and grabbing firmly with both hands while prodding The beaten up low back of the former captain.
"You like what are you seeing. Hey, young fucker!" Says with a deepthroat oral breathing like steam about blow-up.
The pumping noise is the only sound contrasting over the extreme quiet bridge. During several minutes. He frenzies spasm with his hands full on deck.
"And sweating... The poor kid totally needs to do more cardiovascular exercise " you point out to yourself if somehow you achieve not being eaten by Octopuses tomorrow.
Pocking the lion with all his might charging forward with an electric syringe, sucking fiercely until a rain of pus and broken up nanites comes like a waterfall over the torn down the old captain crying out loudly, screaming vividly for his release
Felix now quiet puts his holographic scan glasses analyzing the white mucus in awe.
"Felix, WTF?" You say totally amazed by the recent activity.
"I am probing thoroughly his meat to test if he is Sausage material." He gets silent for a while checking.
"He is not his meat is not hot enough. and not enough grassy. I recommend make a
" You want to beat his sausage, now," Says Emma looking the rotten flesh and decay of The captain.
Felix finally noticed the implications of the scene blushing and saying with a nervous voice
"Not that sausage... He stops embarrassed I am talking his own beefy meat... "
A collective burst of pure laughter filled the room with Hails To Felix.
"The meat is not edible?" You ask when the laughs stopped.
"It is but has to be treated differently. My recommendation something like a Kebab or even a meat pie." Announces savvy Felix
"Hell, No I shit tired of Meat pie," comments grumpily Sourpuss; Soon her comment receives a heavy number of supporters.
"I am with you, Sam. I am so tired of Meatballs or Meat pie every day. So Kebab It is!" You add chorused by your officers.
The processing of the meat goes far worse than anyone expected... Normally the traitor is so ashamed and injured by the process of capturing him that, the gruesome dismemberment and the crisp of the skin and fat with the plasma fire thrower is smooth and fast, really efficient; sadly, here is not the case, due to the fact that his deteriorated bloated skin filled with pus and decay has to be cauterized and cutting first to not contaminate the product.
You have to give the reason to Felix; the new guy is certainly. an expert on buffy meat, sadly most of the meat was badly damaged and purulent. But with Felix meat expertise soon a good quality meal appear after the boredom of skin, chopping, and eviscerate Skar.
When the bloodstream and the gore were totally cleaned up by the robots the funny part begins with the proper elaboration of the...
Rat Lion Kebab
The fleshy juicy meat already soaking wet in the hot spicy marinade is penetrated by his own bones, the marrow softly added to the sauce with a bit of spicy lizard Bourbon. And placed the skeleton converted now in a portable roaster.
It is clearly not a real kebab, but the aroma of the spices warm up the hearts of everyone.
Your mates who are being warmed up by the Cantina's alcohol are starting to whistle and sing an ancient children song with a spin.
The roaster on the grill go round and round
Round and round, round and round
The roaster on the grill go round and round
All through the deck
The lion on the fire go "Swish, swish, swish...
The laughing and puns are endearing, but only a cheerful facade. Tomorrow we all be dead in the belly of others who will similar songs in front of similar fires.
You sigh, knowing that it is inevitable so "
why not just joining the Party?"
Your new teammates are blissfully unaware of your thoughts while the dancing around the plasma fireplace. Both are trying to lure you, so whom you choose?
Felix looks over the old defeated lion attentively as he is looking for a new sculpture in The Purr museum. Mumbling to himself raptured by the body open in front of him.
The room has become suddenly, something different. Mesmerized by the dance between the old Captain and The novice Beneath him.
"What the fuck is he doing?" you wonder soon you are hearing from the officers the same quiet hums about our brand new hotshot.
He is totally unaware of that ecstatic touching sullenly his own tool and grabbing firmly with both hands while prodding The beaten up low back of the former captain.
"You like what are you seeing. Hey, young fucker!" Says with a deepthroat oral breathing like steam about blow-up.
The pumping noise is the only sound contrasting over the extreme quiet bridge. During several minutes. He frenzies spasm with his hands full on deck.
"And sweating... The poor kid totally needs to do more cardiovascular exercise " you point out to yourself if somehow you achieve not being eaten by Octopuses tomorrow.
Pocking the lion with all his might charging forward with an electric syringe, sucking fiercely until a rain of pus and broken up nanites comes like a waterfall over the torn down the old captain crying out loudly, screaming vividly for his release
Felix now quiet puts his holographic scan glasses analyzing the white mucus in awe.
"Felix, WTF?" You say totally amazed by the recent activity.
"I am probing thoroughly his meat to test if he is Sausage material." He gets silent for a while checking.
"He is not his meat is not hot enough. and not enough grassy. I recommend make a
" You want to beat his sausage, now," Says Emma looking the rotten flesh and decay of The captain.
Felix finally noticed the implications of the scene blushing and saying with a nervous voice
"Not that sausage... He stops embarrassed I am talking his own beefy meat... "
A collective burst of pure laughter filled the room with Hails To Felix.
"The meat is not edible?" You ask when the laughs stopped.
"It is but has to be treated differently. My recommendation something like a Kebab or even a meat pie." Announces savvy Felix
"Hell, No I shit tired of Meat pie," comments grumpily Sourpuss; Soon her comment receives a heavy number of supporters.
"I am with you, Sam. I am so tired of Meatballs or Meat pie every day. So Kebab It is!" You add chorused by your officers.
The processing of the meat goes far worse than anyone expected... Normally the traitor is so ashamed and injured by the process of capturing him that, the gruesome dismemberment and the crisp of the skin and fat with the plasma fire thrower is smooth and fast, really efficient; sadly, here is not the case, due to the fact that his deteriorated bloated skin filled with pus and decay has to be cauterized and cutting first to not contaminate the product.
You have to give the reason to Felix; the new guy is certainly. an expert on buffy meat, sadly most of the meat was badly damaged and purulent. But with Felix meat expertise soon a good quality meal appear after the boredom of skin, chopping, and eviscerate Skar.
When the bloodstream and the gore were totally cleaned up by the robots the funny part begins with the proper elaboration of the...
Rat Lion Kebab
The fleshy juicy meat already soaking wet in the hot spicy marinade is penetrated by his own bones, the marrow softly added to the sauce with a bit of spicy lizard Bourbon. And placed the skeleton converted now in a portable roaster.
It is clearly not a real kebab, but the aroma of the spices warm up the hearts of everyone.
Your mates who are being warmed up by the Cantina's alcohol are starting to whistle and sing an ancient children song with a spin.
The roaster on the grill go round and round
Round and round, round and round
The roaster on the grill go round and round
All through the deck
The lion on the fire go "Swish, swish, swish...
The laughing and puns are endearing, but only a cheerful facade. Tomorrow we all be dead in the belly of others who will similar songs in front of similar fires.
You sigh, knowing that it is inevitable so "
why not just joining the Party?"
Your new teammates are blissfully unaware of your thoughts while the dancing around the plasma fireplace. Both are trying to lure you, so whom you choose?