Fresh Meat Page #4

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No more f***ing mumbo-jumbo.

Hey, bring them all to the living

room. We've gotta stick together.

Such stealth.

There's something I have to tell you.

It's about Mom and Dad.

Don't freak. I found a hand in the fridge.

- Oh, that.

- What do you mean, "that"?

I told you about a

person's hand in the fridge.

Just leftovers.

Don't worry about it.

Dad's reviving one of the eighteenth-

century post-colonial religions.

The Solomonites. It's

all about eating people.

What?

Dad initiated me into the

religion while you were away.

How?

I've been Solomonized.

He would actually force you

to eat human flesh, yet.

- Right?

- They didn't have to force me.

- Just like they didn't have to force you.

- They ain't.

You know those pork and

rosemary pies we sent you.

That wasn't pork. You're a cannibal, too.

No! No.

- I even helped Dad find the meat.

- What meat? What do you mean "find"?

Try anything, I'll break your nose.

It's sticking to me.

Lift your arms up.

- Need help with your pants?

- Yeah, I got ...

- Hurry up. Get dressed.

- But I still stink.

A little soap might help.

Where's that b*tch girl?

She bit me. F***ing kill her!

Whoa, dude!

- Kill the f***ing lot of them. Let's go.

- You having your period?

- Hey! That's my brother!

- You, wonder boy. Kill 'em now.

Do you have any idea how

famous the mother is?

Stop pointing your

gun at my brother.

- She's a New Zealand icon.

- I wouldn't go that far.

Point the gun away!

She's my hostage, not yours.

I decide what happens to her.

Thank you, Johnny.

Don't think I'm finished

with you yet, Margaret.

Oh, first names, how sweet.

Dude, you hurt her, the whole

country'll be after us.

Guns down, boys. Still need the hostages.

You need a rest.

And he's even got a girl's ass.

Eh, I'm just saying.

Sit down.

Hey, chef! Is there anything

to eat in your house?

- There's food in the pantry.

- Kid's a genius.

Food in the pantry.

You made me eat someone

without my knowledge.

- And let's talk about this later.

- You're sick?

That's what you think

now, but...you'll get

used to the idea, maybe

even see the benefits.

You're my parents. You're

supposed to be my moral compass.

- How could you?

- We're still here for you, babe.

And Solomon is your future. It's because

of him our family will grow strong.

- Blood is thicker than water.

- And a lot tastier.

- Where is Paul with the munchies?

- Maybe he took off.

- Made a deal with the police.

- No, he f***ing didn't!

If he's gone, it's 'cos

he's run out of drugs.

Wow, Paul's on drugs.

I'll go find him.

Remember, dead hostages

are an oxymoron.

- A what?

- They don't work.

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