I really don't care what it is made from, if I am hungry I would chew the leg off of a great sloth. Soylent green is kiddie stuff, like dessert after a belly stuffing meal of tree climbing goat.
As a child at least I wasn't fed rice or pasta for sustenance. My family was poor but we always had flesh on the table. Sometimes it wasn't much and we would fight over the bloody bits, but we didn't grow up with slanty eyes or viginas.
I remember one time we had a pork chop. Yeah, just one pork chop, but it was a real good looking one and was oozing juice, or was that blood? Anyway, my mom cooked that sucker up in a tin frying pan and got it good and hot before she tossed it to the family. We tussled over it with claws slasing and teeth biting, but in the end the old man got most of it after biting off my finger and neutering my brother.
It was a tough life back then. You think you got it bad now, just wait, 'cause worst is comin.
As a child at least I wasn't fed rice or pasta for sustenance. My family was poor but we always had flesh on the table. Sometimes it wasn't much and we would fight over the bloody bits, but we didn't grow up with slanty eyes or viginas.
I remember one time we had a pork chop. Yeah, just one pork chop, but it was a real good looking one and was oozing juice, or was that blood? Anyway, my mom cooked that sucker up in a tin frying pan and got it good and hot before she tossed it to the family. We tussled over it with claws slasing and teeth biting, but in the end the old man got most of it after biting off my finger and neutering my brother.
It was a tough life back then. You think you got it bad now, just wait, 'cause worst is comin.
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