Most people would think food, power, money, gold...more power. But that's not it. That's not even close. I crave an interesting type of food, that most people would call wrong, or disgusting. Even could get in jail for eating it. 'It' being simply...people.
Yes, people.
You may never know, but people in general are damn good. I make great chili with them, as you know. But I alos make cake, pasta, cookies, etc.
All out of people.
I eat people. What of it? They're delicous and I couldn't care less of what anyone thinks. But, there is one problem. I crave certain people. And I've been craving one certain person for a long time.
Kyle.
I crave Kyle. I crave his pale skin, his emerald eye's, everything. Everything about him invites me in. Everything about him makes my stomach growl. I want that boy, even if he's my last meal.
So, I got a knife and walked to his house. Cut him up, baked 3 cakes. I ate one. I gave the others to Stan and Kenny, both of which said they loved it and wanted the recipe. Both of which, still dont know what is of Kyle. And now, after 3 months of search and rescue looking for him, they've given up. I feel no guilt. I only have 2 things to saw. One being, it was the best cake I've ever had. The second being-
Who knew Jew tasted so good?