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Dropping off a truck load of brains that my clients no longer need. A word of caution however they are full of anxiety and depression.Season them with Essence of Gamer and a dash of Stripper, they'll spice right up.I would think the Essence of Gamer and Dash of Stripper flavors would clash or maybe just cancel out.
However that could add a taste of Mountain Dew and Ecstasy I suppose.
Mmmmm ... brains marinated in Mountain Dew and X, then liberally coated with hot sauce... sounds nummy ...
*eats Turnip King's brain*
You're gonna starve, my man! I've been killing my brain cells pharmacutically since before you became undead. All my cognitive functions moved into my liver (which woulda been dead too without that embedded ring of regeneration).
You're gonna get an amazing contact high though, from 20+ years of assorted chemicals.
{waves fingers in Casper's face} Any color trails yet?
{starts using steam-powered wrench to bolt another steel plate onto his skull} Darn it, that hair was expensive to grow! Luckily, I still have some of that tonic left.
Take mine. I hate it anyway.....besides who needs a memory storage system full of awful.Bittersweet tastes ... *small lip smacking sounds* ... an aroma of pent up frustrations .... *licking noises* ... and the texture of brie...
Here you go oh broken-necked-one. *passes Fakey's brain to Casper*
Mmmm. Delicious brain... I found that the part of his brain that gets excited when "rogue" is misspelled was particularly delicious.
I am a banana!My...um brains is BLEEDING!!!
...for this brain.
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Eyes, huh? Are they as good as nice roasted feet?We just want to eat your brains
We're not unreasonable--I mean no one's going to eat your eyes
Grabs Casper's spoon and scoops out Roagh's right eye, then narfs.
Waits for Roagh to stop screaming and writhing in the hardened cocoon imprisoning him below the neck.
"Then you get to appreciate the combination of ocular fluid, blood and the very juicy and tender tissue that came out with the eye itself. It's a delectable combination of hot coppery-salty sauce with - oh, say, fresh veal. The eye itself *pops* when first bitten, and the nice tangy spice of surprise blended with agonizing pain is piquantly sauced with the teeniest bit of a chill once your 'donor' sees you eating their own eye in front of them.
"Thanks for the treat!" *teleports away, leaving the spoon spinning in the air for a moment before it drops to the ground*
A note flutters to the ground that reads:
