the Colonel came to our rescue, pointing out that there was nothing wrong with cannibalism that some mustard and green chilies couldn't fix. We were all greatly comforted and went back to the slave pens to pick out a likely candidate for dinner.
I post this as a proxy for JP and wish to take no credit for this madness that need be ascribed to the man.
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KFC meets apocalypse now!
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