I do wish we could chat longer, but I’m having an old friend for dinner.
It seems safer in there than it does out here.
“Why there they are, both baked in that pie!”
Play with your food, Mason, and you give it the opportunity to bite back.
Why can’t you go home, Hannibal? What happened to you there?
“he doesn’t think there anything wrong with killing someone provided they want to be killed.”
If you’re free, my wife and I would love to have you for dinner.
Do you suppose God intended to eat Isaac?
Is it ideal that Jack die?
I have a taste and consistency that’s similar to that of a chicken gizzard.