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[karlsefni]

"Fuck'm I s'sposed to do with th—krrttkkkckkskhkhhhhhhh"

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House 1464	Speed Dial
N/A aaaaaaaaall byyyyyyyyyy myseeeeeeeeeeeelf

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[badbreak]

You're gonna finish the job?

[pulling at its limbs now, fucking with its tail, wow this is so cool]

[karlsefni]

Tried to, got one in but it wasn't deep enough. Fucker slid away with my knife. [eh, whatever, who am i to tell you not to play with your food.]

If it's still alive, it doesn't have a high chance of livin' much longer.

[badbreak]

We should go look for it later. You're actually gonna try ta eat this, ain't you?

[he's almost marveling at the idea]

[karlsefni]

What else'm I supposed to do with it, make necklaces out of its teeth and stare at it until the maggots eat it up?

[badbreak]

What parts can ya even eat... m'gonna get another knife or eight.

[he sits up, running to the kitchen]

[karlsefni]

Muscle, fat, stuff that ain't the guts. [yeah ok you do that, i'm gonna extract my knife from its skull.]

[badbreak]

[comes back with two extra knives and a cleaver, dropping them on the table and floor]

Can I keep the jaws?

[karlsefni]

[yes, because that's how you're supposed to handle knives. he's already flipped the gator over, exposing its underbelly, but he gives badou a look.]

Sure, I guess.

[badbreak]

Cool.

[wait for Thorfinn to do something because he has no idea where to start]

[karlsefni]

[yeah, ok. he's gonna take the cleaver and whack at the neck until the head comes off \o/ ps that's blood right there]

[badbreak]

[holy shit this is gruesome as hell]

[just sort of hovering excitedly, watching]

Jesus christ -- waah, gusher --

[karlsefni]

[yes you do that, he's going to start making a long cut across this belly and pulling the hide off, to show off the tender belly.]

. . .

Hey, how does that "oven" work.

[badbreak]

Eh? Ya ain't cooked nothin' in one before? It ain't hard.

[whoah gross what the fuck]

Want me ta turn it on?

[karlsefni]

Mm. [sliiiccccceeee] Get it ready, I'm taking the meat out.

[badbreak]

Huh? You're gonna throw a alligator inta the oven?!

[karlsefni]

She bitched when I made a fire!

[badbreak]

Who?

[he's making his was over to the kitchen now, staring at the dial on the oven and wondering what the fuck pre-heat setting alligator gets]

[karlsefni]

That. . . [what's her name.] The woman, you know the one.

[badbreak]

Huh?

[have a distracted vacant stare]

[slowly sets it to... 350...?]

[karlsefni]

[ANGRY CHOPPING NOISES] Like I remember her name! The woman who lives here!

[badbreak]

Danvers? Why d'ya care if Danvers shits herself? I just ignore her when she bitches about the house. Ain't like it's ours.

[makes his way back to the angry chopping noises those sound cool]

[karlsefni]

She's fuckin' loud as hell. [and anyway, he sort of wanted to see what the big deal about an oven was.

ps, he's sure taking out organs and also bones and shit, this carpet is going to be the worst mess when he's done with it.]

[badbreak]

Ya tune it out after a while...

[OH MY GOD SO GROSS]

[IS OF COURSE FASCINATED]

Don't forget I get the jaws!

[karlsefni]

I'm gonna lose my ears before that happens.

[waves his knife haphazardly before going back to deboning one of the arms] Ahh, whatever. The flesh will rot, you'd only be able to keep the bones.

[badbreak]

That's what I want, dumbass.

[maybe he should help]

D'ya gotta take the scales off? Like a fish?