We need something to eat - it should come as no surprise. We'll pickle the feet, the tongue and the eyes.

Temple, why have you sold your children for food?

Temple, your mother's your sister. You kill your young - you're young - yr young - firstborn sons: Redhead boys selling nosebleeds and sleepless nights. And your daughters hang themselves with sheets and die of AIDS.

There's a barbeque - you're invited - we'll eat them whole.

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