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"We likes the taste."
"Well, yes, we all do, don't we?" "The brains -- oh -- the lovely brains." "Yes, yes... but there's more to humans than just the brains." "Brainses?" "Yes, more than just brainses -- tasty leg and thigh, delicious inner organs -- just try some of the meat off the back sometime... it's just to die for. No pun intended." "Meat off the back? Not the brain?" "Yes. Not the brain. Try something different. Yes. There you go... how's that." "Sokay... it's not brainses." "Well. No. I guess not. Here, have mine." "Thanks... such a nice ghoul... nice ghoul... giving me the brainses." "Yes. yes." "We eat the rest now?" "No. That's enough for now." "More brains? Tasty brains?" "No. We're good now. We don't want to eat them too fast, do we? A herd this size can only be eaten so fast... otherwise we won't have any meals in the future." "Not to eat them now?" "You just can't. Sorry. Tomorrow I'll let you have that bald one over there, though. Yeah, the one looking at us. With a worried expression like that, I'm sure he's figured out he's next." "Mmmm, spicy worry." "Yes. Besides, it's not like he's going to be having any more children; skin like that, he's leathery enough to tan." "Like to eat the children." "No, no, no! What have I told you? No eating the children! Children are for growing. I know it's painful having to wait for them to grow up... but we've got to think of our future selves. What will we live off of if we eat them all today?" "Our bellies?" "Damn it. You'd think after all those brains you'd be a little quicker on the uptake. We let them live their little lives, we let them built their little families, we let them sing and dance and weep, and in the end, they'll keep us going." "Sing and dance and angry mob? Burning pitchforks?" "Not as long as we have them outnumbered. Just a little bit of fear, and a little bit of carrot, and they'll live their short lives for us. Rome taught us that. Rome and a countless history of other slave states. They're just stupid humans... stupid tasty humans." "Silly ghoul, you human too." "Was -- was human. Now just one step higher on the food-chain... just one crucial step up." "Me too. Me too!" "Yes. yes. You to, my dear mr. zombie. And it's not like we're going to be brought low by some disease picked up by eating rotten humans, now, are we. Just gotta watch out for the humans infecting themselves." "Please, can I have another brain?" "No, sorry, not today. I'll tell you what... you clean out the abattoir and I'll let you have another brain tomorrow." "Another brain. The bald one?" "Yes, yes. You can have that bald one's brain. No, don't point. It's rude to play with your food. Now I'm going to have to settle them down. Maybe I'll sing them a song. They always like that. Anyways, you've got your chores - get you gone." "Brainses... tasty spicy baldy brainses." "That's a good boy, off you go." |