Did that thing you're putting in your mouth come off a plant or animal looking anything like it does now? No? Shut it down.
You can't do that, remember?
Just slip a slice right into my valve there and we'll call it good.
Sometimes there has to be a certain level of sacrifice for me to enjoy my meal.
Drink of my blood, child, and be filled with the glory of my presence.
A delivery he'll never forget.
Don't pretend to know me.