Prologue
Officer Kirkland slammed his fist on the table. "Why'd you do it Psymon?"
"What? Huh? Ohh its you. Why did you have to wake me up from my nap?" Psymon said calmly.
Officer Kirkland hit the table again then pointed the lamp directly into Psymons eyes. "I said, why did you do it?"
"Do what?" Psymon replied sarcastically.
"Why did you eat Viggo?" Officer Kirkland yelled threateningly.
"… We were out of steak at the Red station Lodge on peak 2. Duh." Psymon smiled something venomous.
"If you don't tell us why you did it we'll lock you up for the rest of your life!" Said Officer Kirkland.
"Ohh I forgot to ask, how's Johnny doin'? Give him this doggy bag, he always loved rare meat." Psymon said as he slid a paper bag, which smelled of a stench so horrible that it could not be described with a slight hint of oregano, across the table.
Officer Kirkland held back his urge to vomit. He sucked in his breath and addressed Psymon with a grave expression. "Look, punk," he said, "I don't want to go bad cop on ya…I know you aren't a bad guy. Answer me this, Psymon…how were you doing on the circuit around the time you decided to…" He searched for the right phrase.
Psymon raised his eyebrows. "…around the time I decided tooo…" he imitated the officer.
"To… well… cannibalize Viggo," said Officer Kirkland.
"Ohh, that? WHAT, it's against the law to be peckish?" Psymon shook his head in disbelief; what was the law coming to?
Kirkland sighed. "Please," he begged, "describe the day before you ate him."
His request was followed by silence from Psymon. His pierced face had gone blank as it looked into nowhere.
"Psymon," Kirkland barked. "We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. Now, what happened the day before?"
Now Psymon grinned.
"I feel a flashback comin' on."