Rupert's red hair grabs your attention first, so you reach in and gently take hold of him with your thumb and forefinger. Putting the box down, you transfer him to the palm of your other hand, where he sits rather glumly.
"Hey, what's the matter?" you ask. Rupert looks up at you.
"What do you think? You're going to eat me, so excuse me if I'm not doing cartwheels of joy."
"Well, you never know ...I might decide not to eat you." Rupert perks up at this. He smiles at you.
"Really?" You try not to smirk, but finally you can't hold it back any longer.
"Nah, that was cruel of me. There's absolutely no doubt that I'm going to eat you." Rupert's face falls.
"Oh, well in that case, I'd much rather that you got it over and done with." He slumps over a little. He may have accepted his fate to be your next snack, but that doesn't mean he has to like it. Gently you pinch the back of his polo shirt and tug. It takes some skill, but eventually you get it off. He's somewhere between muscular and pleasantly plump. He looks down at his trousers and sulkily removes them himself. He's not about to have you try and remove them. A man has to have his dignity, after all.
The question now is, do you eat him quickly as he has asked, or do you play with your food? After all, he's in no position to do anything about it.
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