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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

Comments

[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?

[karlsefni]

You want a rotting "gator" head?

[nah, he's got this. talking while he's moving his hands,] Not now. It'll protect the meat from getting burned, when it's still on.

[badbreak]

It'll keep it from cookin' all the way through too though won't it.

[Badou does not know a whole lot about gator cooking]

An' yeah I want the head. It's cool as hell.

[karlsefni]

Leave it on long enough 'n the heat'll still reach there. [thorfinn doesn't actually know too much either but it must be similar?? to everything else he's cooked???]

's not gonna stay like that.

[badbreak]

I know, it's gonna be a cool skull with jaws an' stuff. I'll leave it outside for a while or somethin' so I don't get maggots in my room.

[picks up a knife, pokes it unhelpfully]

[karlsefni]

[inspecting the head. . . . .]

Fine, I'm taking this though. [and! proceeding to de-jaw-meatify the head.]

[badbreak]

Haha, sick.

[this is the grossest thing ever]

[and the coolest Thorfinn is so cool]

[karlsefni]

[ok gonna set it to the side and finish de-boning and also taking out the guts

when he's done, he's gonna pick it up as is—like the skin is a bowl, container of sorts.] Where's the 'oven'?

[badbreak]

Kitchen.

[beats him there, what with not carrying the corpse of an alligator, and yanks it open]

[peers inside at it]

Is it really gonna fit...

[karlsefni]

[staring at this .. tiny ass oven thing... wow it's radiating heat but where's the fire.]

Who knows. [but he's sure going to try, stuffing it in—and it's small enough to fit, although the tail has to be bent and touches the oven.

also someone is a genius and doesn't have mitts, so this process isn't happening very slowly at all—he's basically shoving it in there and then retreating as soon as all of alligator-kun is inside the oven]