“Alroight, thin’s might get a lil’ messy, but ey, it’s fine roight? Lemme cook ya up somethin’ a little special.”

Butcher tapped the knife against the cutting board, he gave a slight unerving grin. He knew it was soon Dinner and he’d soon be hungry. A little fattening up you would suffice.

“The name’s Butcher, nice tah meet cha.”