It wouldn't be terrible, she knew David would plan to eat her anyways as she has seen his makeshift traps or "toys" as David explained. Along with the countless prosthetics her company gets after a sales girl accidentally whined up in a belly.
Maybe one hand could calm David?
Mary looked at her son with puppy eyes on his face, wanting to eat his mom with the breakfast she made.
"Okay David, however you will eat ONE part of me. My left hand." Mary explained to her son.
"Really?! Yeah, mommy becomes breakfast!" David cheered as he bounced towards the table, waiting for his Toast & Hand breakfast.
Sigh-ing, Mary proceeded with the work and grabbed a big cleaver.
*CHOP* Off goes Mary's left hand, still twitching to life as she picked it up with her right and placed it in the leftover butter in the pan.
David can hear the sizzling and smell of his mom's cooked hand. Drooling of other possible meals he would make, especially to his sister if he ever wanted "seconds".
After a moment of cooking, Mary brought her son breakfast as he wanted; fried hand with toast and cheese. His favorite.
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