On one hand, he is faced with what is a badly cut, half raw and half burned, with uncooked fat and rancid flesh meal that might or not be pork chops, on the vaguest sense of here. Looking at this in an angle resembles more mineral than animal.

On the other hand, not eating it will offend the space faring sugar glider lady, and if the grief and guilt of so will eat his insides more or less about as bad as actually eating this damn thing.

For a   spaceophelia.

Posted: August 15th, 2012