"Oh, you didn't read my journal thingy?" Deimos queried, then filled Phobos in. "I made a hole in the road and covered it then people walked over it and fell down and I put sharp things in the bottom so they died, well, most of them died some of them I had to help, and then now I've got LOTS of food for dinner." he looked over at the puppy who was still chewing the grisly hand. "And Puppy is happy with it too." He took another bite of his dinner. "You don't like it?"