What is the point of being a cannibal if

I tried to justify myself as I cooked the chef of "The Broccoli Forest". Maybe I will finally enjoy his last meal.

I feel guilty as I stuck my mouth into his ribs, and tore off flesh, gobbling it down. Later I threw up, because his body was already rancid and animated by a robotic s

ound effect. The sound effects department were playing all the wrong sounds over the sequence of film. The chomping of a salad by ladies lunching sounded like horses munching

on ladies lunching on salad. This film would be a flop. But when Floyd the Producer played it for the test audience, it was a smash comedy! Floyd kept the fact that it was a thrill

er to himself. Psycho Death Rattle killed in the theaters and Floyd made a mint. For his next project, Floyd decided to make a comedy on purpose. He thought it'd be called Bubbles

for Netanyahu, a satire of the Likud and Israeli politics in general. Three weeks later, he was in Tel Aviv facing a Mossad interrogator with a face like a golem. The pitch hadn't

lowered in puberty. The Mossad interrogator spoke in falsetto, causing him to have to laugh. Oh, he tried to hold back, but the interrogator's voice was like he sucked helium!

"Who sent you?" the helium-voiced Mossad interrogator asked menacingly, pointing a dagger at the prisoner's convulsing throat. The prisoner giggled. "I...mmph...your voice...it's

like 'The Chipmunks go to Guantanamo Bay'!" I know, it's not PC, but then real life rarely is. The shamed Mossad carved his spaghetti into the prisoner, your grandfather.