The suited man sat on the other side of the desk, shuffling a few stray papers. I stared at him, noticing the awkward movements. Was it my presence which made him move as oddly as he did? Was it the fact he had a shackled insane patient locked to the chair before him? He looked up from his papers, noticing how deep I stared into his freckled face. He coughed into his hand, and flashed me a cheesy smile.

You have quite the record Mr. Psychopathic. It seems your whole blood line is full of criminals & lunatics.

 I stayed silent. I was too busy enjoying time out of my cell to speak to this man, but he kept rambling on.

 It says here your responsible for a few murders.. and some evidence leading us to believe you performed some cannibalism on these victims. Is this true Mr. Psychopathic?

I wasn't in the mood to speak about me. I had my eyes fixed on the jar of mints he had on the desk. I don't remember the last time I've had a mint, or even a relative memory of the flavor. I licked my lips, forgetting all about the man trying to get answers out of me. The man seemed to pick up on me longing for a mint. He grabbed the jar, and nodded to me with a bright smile.

 You want a mint I'm guessing? Then will you tell me what I want to know?

 I simply nodded. That’s all it took. It’s funny how much power I had in this situation, with just a small nod. He looked at the guard standing next to me, who was assigned to watch-over me while I was interrogated. They exchanged nods, granting me permission to have a mint. With my hands shackled to the chair, I scooted to the edge of the seat, eager for my mint. The man took a mint & unwrapped it from the jar. He walked up in front of me, and crouched down to my height.

 First I want you to tell me one thing before you get this mint; are you a cannibal?

 I smiled. I closed my eyes, imagining the mint in front of me. I leaned forward and bit it. The crunch was loud, and it seemed a lot juicier then it should. I felt liquid dripping from my mouth. When I opened my eyes I saw the guard holding the suited man on the ground, as blood gushed everywhere. I opened my mouth, and a chunk of the man’s throat fell onto my lap. I couldn't help but smile, as I savored the taste of the blood. The guard stood up, and unleashed a barrage of baton-strikes to my head, y'know, the usual police brutality shit. The pain I felt was little to none, for the euphoric state I was in absorbed the blows. This is my life. And soon, the outside world will be my future.

"Very interesting indeed....."

Dick shudders

"However, I must add; besides the occasional female companion from time to time, I can't see myself eating a human."

Dick then lights a blunt

"Good read whatever the case may be, keep it up!"

Mave nods, a smile at the corner of her lips.

If someone offered, I'd try human meat.