I am a sick man…I am a wicked man. An unattractive man. I think my liver hurts.

The meat was incredibly succulent. Tea-stained was allowing each piece to slowly melt on her tongue.

“This is delicious, Freddie.”

“I’m so pleased. It’s 3D-printed, you know? A quick swab of the cheek, and Bob’s your uncle. There’s no longer any need for pointless slaughter.”

“Terrific. Anyway, you’re clearly doing quite well for yourself. This place is a tad exposed though.”

“I’m not a slave to bricks and mortar.”

“Mmmm…Right. So, is this scrumptious stuff pork? Venison?”

“It’s me actually.”

“I’m sorry, are you saying…”

“You are currently enjoying a taste of Freddie. Isn’t modern technology marvellous!”

Tea-stained, mouth full of partially masticated Freddie and asparagus, took on a distinctly green hue.

 

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