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Finger Food

Finger FoodMr Vandemar produced a bear paw from his suit pocket and proceeded to devour it.

Together with Mr Croup, he'd had a rather terminal chat with a supplier of upscale Asian restaurants earlier in the week. He had filled his pockets with a selection of various animal parts for later consumption, including pheasant carcasses and the paws of Himalayan bears.

It always paid to be prepared for an impromptu snack when you were eternally hungry.

On one memorable occasion, the preserved body of a long dead monk they had run across, had provided him with finger food for a week.

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26th Mar, 2004 11:23 (UTC)
Mmmmmmm... delicious. Vandemar and his questionable appetite are always good for an "ulp" and an "ooh". Delighted as ever to see these two in your writing!
26th Mar, 2004 12:10 (UTC)
I always loved the honesty of Mr Vandemar. There's no subterfuge with him, he's there to kill things, pure and simple.
26th Mar, 2004 11:40 (UTC)
*shivers* I honestly don't know what to say.

I could tell it was well written, despite its macabre nature.

I'm not sure if I liked it, and I'm not sure I didn't.

26th Mar, 2004 12:16 (UTC)
I get that sometimes too.

But there are times when I like to leave the fun and mayhem of Spike and Dawn to play with the things that lurk in the dark. And it's always fun to wade through mistersleepless' collection of weirdness at Die Puny Humans for toys.
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