Snippet #2691711

Corvo was utterly baffled by the scene he was seeing. Also as a side note he was NEVER going to try real beef after this. He didn’t care how supposedly it tasted better than the cloned beef grown in a lab. This. This was just extremely gross and disgusting and downright barbaric! It was probably just standing there till the end minding its own business and them BAM! Bullet to the brain.

Somehow the man wearing the very breathable looking suit looked very uncomfortable at the moment. Seated in his disc shaped chair as it remained stationary.

“Y-You can’t just expect to put that on a fire and cook it and NOT get sick!! This isn’t the damn stone ages!” He half protest and half plead. This is why we have government regulated slaughter houses! Some flies were already buzzing around the cut open animal probably laying disgusting little fly eggs as they spoke.

She seemed to offer the rest as some sort of peace offering. He turned greener. “No thank you.” He expressed politely. No. He was good. That was all you. Who was he? “I’m… staying at the ranch house a half a kilometer away.” Corvo expressed believing she was some sort of eccentric local and knew what he was talking about. “Corvo Lex… at your service.” He expressed. His words and demeanor were squeamish and soft spoken.