“…and then he asked what they’d feet the rats on, and they said, ‘Oh, that’s easy. We feed the cats to the rats, and get the skins for free!’”
“That story doesn’t make a lick of sense, Lincoln.”
“It came to mind, that’s all. I always think of it when it’s my turn.”
“Get on with it. Knife’s not getting any sharper.”
“Meat for the pot, Lincoln.”
“Look, it’s my damned arm, okay?”
“And it was my leg yesterday.”
“And my shoulder the day before. The nanites’ll grow it back in a week. Just get on with it; I’m half-starved.”
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