Maccabeus began to drool at the sight of it all. Jars and jars of ‘Bowels 'n' Brains’ stacked neatly in rows upon the Grin supply shelves. “Such a feast,” he muttered, as he lovingly took a jar, and packed it in his bag for later. A rare smile then crossed Maccabeus’s dead lips.
‘Someone deserves my special attentions it seems…’ he remarked, as he left and locked the grin vault.
((WOW, whoever put all those Bowels 'n' Brains in the bank is my hero! Finally I can eat what god intended!))