The Ninteenth Act

[frenzied_ballad]

[Accidental Voice Post]

Damned hopping SHIT.

*sound of meat being punctured and sliced along with a chorus of growls and shrieks*

Chocolate or meat, I've no preference. All the same in my stomach.

*loud hissing followed by wet, meaty stabbing*

Comments

[clean_cuffs]

That's nice.

[frenzied_ballad]

Hardly. They bite and scratch like larger beasts.

[clean_cuffs]

You're going to get ecoli. Or salmonella.

[frenzied_ballad]

"Ee-coll-eye"?

[monarchially]

...

Right on!

[frenzied_ballad]

No use in wasting good meat.

[monarchially]

Tch, yeah. Although these things are fuckin' tiny compared to the stuff back home.

[frenzied_ballad]

They're only rabbits, and a small taste of what this city has to offer. The cows on the outskirts, for example, are mad. Do not approach them lest you wish to be chased and gored.

But if your livestock and animals compare to the ones here, then I am sure you shall have no problem with them.

[quirky_sitar]

Eeeeee....

[frenzied_ballad]

...Yes?

[quirky_sitar]

Glad I'm not a bunny.

[frenzied_ballad]

I do not see why you would be one.

((Completely went over his head.))

[Voice]

[sing_nonomori]

May I have the bones when you are done?

Voice

[frenzied_ballad]

What for?

Voice

[sing_nonomori]

For learning things.

Voice

[frenzied_ballad]

What could you seek to learn from a corpse?

[carnagescene]

Delightful. A man with weapons.

[frenzied_ballad]

Among others.

[carnagescene]

What is your weapon of choice?

[frenzied_ballad]

The only one I am versed in is the straight razor, sir.