“Mom…why don’t u come and lie on this table?” The emcee asks, seemingly sympathetic as the middle aged woman seems weak. She stumbles over, obviously in shock as her breasts had been eaten alive and then burned in stumps. She is quickly strapped down, looking at the bright lights of the ceiling as the man continues. “Well obviously she’s too big to actually stiff in her daughter, but fear not! We have cleaned our little bird earlier, inside and out, so no nasty grossness is left inside her. As for the volume,,,well we just need to choose her best meat…in this case her thighs and…well her rump…everything else, well let’s just say our guard dogs will be happy”

With that Mari is strapped into place, bindings along the length of her body when suddenly a huge electric saw is unveiled. As it turns on, the blade glows bright red, heating up as it spins. The emcee almost giggles as he brings it down just above her kneecap, Maris screams filling the room. No amount of hypnosis can mask the pain as her calf is separated from her moody, the saw sealing the wound and the smell of cooked meat replacing the blood when it cauterized the flesh

Soon both calves are removed and more equipment is brought forth. Hooks are quickly impaled on the whimpering woman’s wrists and she is quickly raised. “Now our specialty grinder, pressure sensitive to separate meat from bone! Amd remember, her insides have been cleaned!” As the mom is dangled over the gaping maw of the grinder brought out, a tray under to receive her meat. The machine starts and she manages to look down, seeing the complex array of gears and teeth, not understanding what’s about to happen