I hacked ten people to pieces. I'm not guilty for nothing.
I'm happy. I like human meat. Their guts and fresh flesh.
All my victims were hunted and cut apart.
I hid some parts of their corpses, and kept only I wanted to mess because it stained everything around.
After I cooked it, left an awful stench.
My kitchen is a horrible place, but I like it.
I'm not merciful. A big plate of guts, much better with some gravy. I need human meat. Nothing else to eat.
When I don't have nothing, I cook hands heads and feet in a soup, cause if fried, I have a painful stomach-ache.
