Author's Note: I apologize in advance. I blame my dark!Ten muse for this one.
Trigger Warnings: Blood, gore, cannibalism (well, sort of. It's not really cannibalism if he's not human, right?)
Guten Appetiet!
The light reflected silver off the gleam of the carving knife the Doctor held in his hand. A split second later, he brought it down hard, cleaving the meat cleanly in two.
Blood, still fresh, spilled onto the counter and slowly dripped, pooled stickily onto the TARDIS's kitchen floor. (It always amazed him how much blood there was in the human body.) At least he wouldn't have to skin the pelt or pluck the feathers out of this meal, the Time Lord thought with a grim smile.
The legs and arms had already been severed, as had the head. Now all that remained was to remove the organs, toss out some and save the rest for later–he did rather enjoy the liver and the single heart–and then prepare and cook the meat.
He had guests waiting, after all.
Twenty minutes later the corpse was gutted, stripped of excess hair, and cooking in the oven. When the timer went off, the Doctor took it out, set it on the counter, and tried a small bite.
Satisfied, he carved up the golden-brown meat into slices, put them on a platter, and carried the main course out to where his guests were waiting.
"Guten appetiet!" he said once everyone had been served. Then he sat, cut into his own portion
–And rejoiced.