David rolled his eyes and shook his head again. "I'm not telling you to kill. I'm offering to do it for you, y'know? Just like the slaughterman very kindly kills the bulls and provides your steaks."
He walked away. "Okay. No killing humans if you're feeling that delicate. But I'm not feeding you rats. How about we start with something dog-sized and negotiate from there? So okay... dog. St. Bernard-build. Yes?"