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work.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” Clarence was screaming from some point behind me. I could hear him retching and gagging, which was followed immediately by silence. My ministrations on my old body had caused him to pass out. Right now that was preferred.
    “Eat now?” Hugh asked almost begging.
    “Soon, my friend. Just have to take care of a couple of things. You should tend to our thigh wound.”
    ‘A couple of things’ took a little longer than I had expected, but doesn’t everything worth doing and doing right take longer? I had to appease Hugh only once--found a drugged out teenager hiding behind a stack of milk crates in the little convenience store. I was more than a little pissed that he was so stoned he really didn’t even know I was eating him alive until I started chewing through his femur. That got his attention pretty quick though.
    I ripped through his jeans and his thigh easily enough. The long, thick muscle was vibrant in color and texture as I chewed through it. I’m not sure what Hugh does to enhance human teeth the way he does, but when I saw that stoner’s leg bone, I knew I had to have it. Screw the dental work. There wasn’t a dog on the planet that had salivated more looking at that pristine bone with meat still on it! I cracked it open on my first bite. The stoner jerked and came up from whatever world he had retreated to.
    I dropped one meaty paw over his head pushing him down as I tore through his extremity. He was convulsing as I completely chewed through. I stood up, ripping his leg off. I was now in possession of one giant-sized turkey leg, and I was going to savor it. Stoner’s eyes were huge as he watched me eat his now-severed appendage.
    “Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, raising his arms weakly.
    “Because you’re so damned tasty,” I told him, tearing through the meniscus that surrounded his knee.
    My voice came out entirely too high-pitched. That wasn’t going to do, not at all. I wouldn’t be taken seriously with a treble little bitch-voice like that. No wonder Clarence was a virgin, well…that and his stupid name. Did his parents think it was still 1926?
    “Hugh, need a little help,” I told him as a tore off a bloody strip of calf muscle. Stoner was passing out. “Hold that thought,” I told him. I liked my meat – I mean Hugh liked his meat – warm. I had some eating to do before business or pleasure; it really was just a matter of perspective.
     
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    “Ah you’re awake,” I said to Clarence as I felt him begin to stir.
    “This isn’t a dream?” he begged.
    “‘Fraid not,” I told him. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
    I could sense a small sort of hope surging in Clarence, maybe he thought we decided we didn’t like taking up residency in his body and were even now planning on leaving.
    “Look out your eyes,” I told him, smiling.
    Clarence did. I’ll give him this; it took him a few seconds longer to start screaming than I thought it would. I don’t truly know what it takes to classify a man as insane, but I’ve got to believe Clarence crossed that bridge that night and I was proud to have driven him there.
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Clarence had passed out as he watched me take his hunter’s knife and carefully begin to cut my old face off. I sliced from in front of each ear and down under my chin and completed the oval by cutting midway on my forehead. I cut deep enough so that I could begin to pull the flap of forehead down, I was careful not to slice through the thin viscous material. It was adhered a lot better than I had figured. It got a little dicey around the thin skin surrounding my eyes and nose, the tip of the knife blade came out once on the bridge, nothing a little pancake make-up couldn’t hide. By the time I started to cut my lips off I had worked up a sweat and an appetite; it was another five minutes before I was able to peel my face completely off.
    After finishing the stoner, I scoured the store