[Salone]

Just an old joke from the previous Esch about the status of Dante and Lev/Na'lsa.

Just imagine Espy. Dante and Lev, falling out of a window, clutching each other in a final embrace in slow motion as the Rod Stewart version of "Sometimes When We Touch" plays in the background.

EDIT: Wait wait. I got this.

You ask me if I'll eat you,
And I choke on someone's thigh.
I'd rather save you, honestly,
For my mince meat pie.

But who am I to eat you?
And maybe a friend or two.
We're only just now seeing,
What Hunger can really do.

And sometimes when we touch,
I biiite off too much.
And I have to comfort you,
While you cry.

I want to eat you til you die,
Until all of you is inside.
I'll consume you,
Til the urge in me, subsides.

Sin and all her debauchery,
Has me thinking matricide.
But through all her juicy inner bits,
Some tender meat resides.

I'm just a hungering maw.
Feasting on her spleen.
A family buffet eat-all,
With intestines in between!

And sometimes when we touch,
I biiite off too much.
And I have to comfort you,
While you cry.

I want to eat you til you die,
Until all of you is inside.
I'll consume you,
Til the urge in me, subsides.

At times I wish to devour you,
And start with your knees.
And at times I just want a nibble.
And eat you, in your sleep.

At times I can almost hold back,
Please remember how hard I try.
For sanity is man made.
And this hunger will not die.

At times I think I'm crazy.
Munching on my friends.
Perhaps this one, is the last one,
But this hunger,
Never eeeeends!

And sometimes when we touch,
I biiite off too much.
And I have to comfort you,
While you cry.

I want to eat you til you die,
Until all of you is inside.
I'll consume you,
Til the urge in me, subsides.