“Why don’t we eat xir?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Hey,”

“Hey! How you been?”

“Same old, same old. Yesterday, I ate both of my parents as an engagement gift from my fiance, so that was new.”

“You are mine,” hums the eldritch creature from deep inside “you are mine and I am yours. We are partners.”

“Okay but, I’m not a cannibal.”

“You are mine. They are only human. This is just good hunting.”

X stares thoughtfully down at the corpse. “Hey, Y?”

“Hmm?” 

“Are you hungry?”

“Always.”

X steps back and gestures illustratively at the corpse. “Well, hey, congrats, xe’s all yours.”