The meat escaped and made itself into its own best friend.
This is the type of critter that goes to every one of its city’s meat festivals.
The colour red means spicy. The colour puce means spicy aftermath.
It was once just like you or I, but it scrambled for so long and so hard that it scrambled its own genetics.
The spots are a disease. You must run.
We did this to him. Why didn’t anyone stop us?