too long; didn't read = tl;dr
Anyways, there was an instance in which I'd gotten going a bit too crazy, and threw a few of my friends into walls in an attempt to grab the last cornish game hen... I then cooked the hen, Tore it's breast and ribs out, then tore the heart out and fed it to my friend's dog.
'Course I ate all the breast meat and such.
"i once killed an antelope, you should come over for dinner"