Road Kill Casserole

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So many different ways to make a casserole. Turkey, chicken, beef or vegetarian. So many different ways to prepare it.

My only question is thigh or breast?

Or I can split it and try both. If I do that which to choose? Male or female. Always a choice. Either way I'd have to prepare the meat just the right way. My mouth waters just thinking about it.

I walk into my homemade walk in freezer. Oh, the chill of it makes me shiver in anticipation. I examine the male and female I have on meat hooks. Hmm which to use though? I close my eyes and place a hand on each of the cadavers I have. They both feel good.

Muscular but not too much. I feel each body with my eyes closed. I feel the other body. This is the one I want. I place my hands along the thighs and breast. Yes, this is the one I want.

The male. I get my knife out and cut off parts of his breast and thigh meat. This will be good to try. I bring it to the kitchen and prepare the cool meat. I cut it up into pieces and put them into a pan. They sizzle once they touch the hot pan. I put in some garlic and spices with the meat.

It smells good. I chop the rest of the ingredients and place them into a glass oven safe pan. The meat is ready and I place it into the pan with the last few pieces and cover the pan. I put it into the oven and set the timer.

I walk into the living room and watch some TV. I smile. I can't wait to try this new recipe. Knocks on the front door grab my attention.

I open the door and its my work friend. I smile and invite him in.

"How are you doing." I ask him.

"I'm well. What smells so good?" He asks sitting in the living room. I grab us beers from the fridge.

"A casserole." I inform him as I hand him a beer.

"Thanks. It smells great can you bring me some to taste for work tomorrow?" He asks.

"Of course." I say with a smile. I hope enjoys the taste of human flesh. I'm sure he wont notice it.

We clink our beers together and watch a few shows. I hear a murmur from the walk-in freezer. I smile to myself enjoying hearing the moan of pain.

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