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"Orc?" Amy said. "You eat orcmeat? That's disquisting!" "Aren't they sentient beings, at least a little bit?" Rami asked, biting her lower lip. Astra sighed. "None of us like it... at first. But you get used to it. Orcs taste a lot like chicken. And the strange thing about it is, the longer you eat orc, the stronger you become physically. Your injuries heal faster, and you achieve a new mental clarity as well." "I think I'm gonna barf." Rami said weakly. "Speaking of which..." Astra said. "It's almost lunchtime. We should be getting a new orc in soon." "You mean..." Amy gasped. "That's right." Astra grinned. "It actually makes it more fun that way." They turned around to see a screaming orc drop in from an overhead chute. He stood up groaning. He was young, with big green eyes and tufts of dark hair still clinging to his skull. "Oh, he looks delicious!" some of the females cried. They began to surround the orc. Some of the girls produced cavestone knives and forks as they licked their lips and devoured the orc with their eyes. "Mmmm... how should we prepare it today? Stewed? Roasted? Fricasseed?" a young elf girl asked. "Stewed, definitely!" a human girl yelled. "We haven't had stew in ages!" "I'll get the cauldron boiling!" offered a dwarf girl. "I've got the herbs and spices!" a centauress grinned, taking bottles out of a sack. The orc fell to his knees and gibbered in horror as the women closed in on him. "Well? What do you think?" Astra said. "Ready to feast, girls? I bet you haven't had anything to eat all day."
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