the prison lunchroom was always fairly quiet, though the silence was always interrupted by the talking of inmates dahmer stared down at his tray, then grabbed a chicken leg, with no meat on it. Just the bone Dahmer: “Have you ever noticed that this looks like a human thumb?” everyone turned to dahmer, silent, as he put ketchup on the chicken bone and stood Dahmer: “actually more like this” dahmer flicks his tongue and licks the ketchup off the bone, earning mumbles from inmates, one called him a freak and the other screamed “Sit yo white ass down!” dahmer got up with his tray, walking by scarver Scarver: “I don’t like that son…” Dahmer: “my fans do”