The young cannibal licked his lips while staring at the strangers passing below, they held their hands to the tops of their heads, a sign that they meant no invasion by their passing through.  

“Keep your tongue in your mouth,” A strong hand slapped the young cannibal on his head, covered in messy brown hair. “You know the rules. ‘Only good people show they mean no harm’.” The older cannibal recited.  

“I-I-I know, hopefully we get some bad dudes, tasty ones!” The young cannibal explained, holding up a hand up in anticipation of another blow.  

“Jesus, we have normal food too y’know,” The man looked at the young cannibal with disgust despite being a cannibal himself. “If the first thing you do when you see a person is salivate, we might as well eat you.”  

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“There’s never enough food, if we don’t eat the trespassers we’d eventually starve.” The young cannibal stated.  

“You don’t have to like it so much, your too young to be this blood thirsty.” The older cannibal grumbled.  

"And too young to die." The young cannibal said, reaching into his pouch and pulling out a piece of human jerky and taking a bite. " It isn't my fault they taste so good. Ever since the fall, the ones that do eat, eat well and the ones that eat... well they tend to be bad people." The cannibal said reaching for another piece. 

"What ever, just give me a bite." The older cannibal said, taking a piece of human jerky. He took a bite, savoring the disgustingly delicious meat. "oh the world we live in..." The older cannibal said to himself.