when I put my severed leg up on the table
or should I say
when I put the empty space where my un-severed leg once was...up on the table
I stuffed a steaming hot golden brown dinner roll in my mouth
Burnt cheeks?
I care not.
I'll rub stringy red prosciutto on my leg
You gonna stop me - uh what's your name - uh? Fane?
Oh, Jane.
Goddamn nametag makes it look like an F.
Goddammmmit.
What Jane?
You don't think my leg is really severed?
Taste this blood.
It's good with parmesan.
Bring me more rolls.
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