I wipe my greasy chin with my sleeve. Lord God this is good. The thick bone felt warm and wet in my fist. The protruding rosy meat steamed almost like the cartoons - wafting directly up my nostrils. Tendrils of meat fibers disintegrated on my tongue. Sweet umami and salt left my salivary glands wet in ways that I could only envy. This truly was a sexual experience.

“Remember when there was meat aplenty?” I said, slurping the juices running down my wrist. I looked to the dead eyes of the man next to me. His missing leg a kind donation.

“Yea, you remember. You understand why I had to do it.” I clicked my hot plate off and squatted over my prized meal.