(Continued entry from guest blogger Terribilis)
I really didn’t want to consume her. To be honest I feared the Deli’s owners would never be able again to find sandwich-maker who could match her skills. Needless to say, when I caught up with her on the night of reckoning, I was a bit hesitant to end her life. But you know, after I started the feasting I really got into it. I call it the frenzy. I savored every delicious bite of her, especially her plump little sausage fingers that made so many torpedo sandwiches for me in the past. I can’t help but salivate a little even now just thinking about how she tasted. The world lost a great sandwich-maker, it is true, but the Lord’s work was done.
The Bible teaches that blasphemers will suffer the ultimate penalty; therefore my consumption of the offending deli lady is imbued with Biblical moral backing. In fact as I was gnawing on her thigh bone that one verse in Leviticus kept popping into my head: anyone who blasphemes the name of the Lord is to be put to death.
(to be continued)