He looked down at his steak. The blood bubbled

He looked down at his steak. The blood bubbled up next to the pockets of fat and glistening gristle. Then he kissed the steak. Winked at it. Touched it with fingertips. Love.

Dirty Bob looked in disgust as J-Dub fondled and tonged the fetid rat carcass. "Man, you must be higher than usual J. What in thee hell are you doing?" Dirty Bob licked his

paws and scurried off to find a different dumpster. J-Dub's taste had really faltered. He must've fallen on hard times. On the next dive, Dirty Bob discovered a full-course meal.

Butowski unpacked his leftovers lunch. Made a hoggie with gristle scraped from the grill mixed with dogfood Pappy didn't finish. Waste not want not!" He grinned. His workmates

licked their fingers with regret when they finished the dogfood hoagies. Regret that it had not been enough but then satisfaction is funny like that. The naked lunch over, Butowski

took his seat in the Peanut Gallery to watch the Trial of Joseph K. He was charged with the crime of naked aggression towards the idea of Idea. Both his argument and legal acumen

did nothing to prove his case, but the thong he wore as he paced the courtroom was very impressive, indeed. It was made of jumping beans threaded together like beads, and twitched

becomingly at juror #7, who promptly decided to acquit his client."But the footage of him slaughtering his co- workers!" the foreman gasped."Um, it'd be a phallus…I mean fallacy if

you say he is guilty, than that would mean that you want to sentence him to death which would make you a murderer and then we'd have to try you for murder..." And it worked.