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!”
“you know us Cajuns. We don’t eat to live. We live to eat”
If you’re free, my wife and I would love to have you for dinner.
“Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books”
Cannibal killer feeds the feds.
“Strikes at the very core of the American Dream”.
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?