“I’ve had a change of will you GET out of the WAY,” Hawthorne explains.

“I’m not going to let you cannibalize yourself,” grunts Senji.

“I’m hungry!”

“Eat a graham cracker!”

“I told you, I’m an animist!” Hawthorne pants, still struggling to reach the stovetop. “I refuse to consume of any unit of spiritual life! Autotrophy is the only ethical choice!”

“You don’t even know the proper cooking temperature for human meat!”

“Only because you won’t let me experiment!”

“Fine!” Senji steps back. “Fine.”

Hawthorne puts his hand in the frying pan.

“That is really hot!” he says, like a nonchalant bat.