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Quentin Q&A?
2 years ago
I’ve seen a few journals and such around FA where people do Q&As speaking from the perspective of OCs they have, and seeing as we’re coming to the end of the calendar year, I figured it might be interesting to have one of the most consistent characters in my writing, artwork, and request (Just the one) so far, the regret-free, sadistic, bird-eating cat Quentin Barrie, answer some questions. Would this be something any of you are interested in? If so, go ahead and leave a question or two below, I guess.
Hoping to finish up another story before New Years, hope I got enough gas in the tank. ^v^
Hoping to finish up another story before New Years, hope I got enough gas in the tank. ^v^
One, birds taste good. Have you ever eaten avian meat? I’ve never found anything as delightfully varied in flavor as it. Want something spicy? Eat a falcon. Sweet? Cardinal. Fatty? Penguin. Fishy? Seagull. I’ve sampled a few other species: rodents, canines, bovines. Never liked them enough to eat them, though. A golden retriever is alright, but it can’t hope to compare to a full-bodied pheasant.
Two, they’re convenient. A big chunk of the birds I’ve eaten are songbirds, and they rarely, if ever, surpass 5 feet 8 inches or exceed featherweight class (featherweight, ha ha). Hollow bones help. You can swipe them from a crowded bar or empty public restroom, and no one will think anything of your small, pregnant-looking gut. Not only are birds fairly light to carry compared to other anthros, their meat melts quickly and easily. The most time it’s ever taken me to digest a single bird was when I had this tall, burly cassowary guy over, and even then, he only lasted 17 hours from mouth to toilet. He tasted divine… maybe I should find more Aussies…
But I digress. Three, this one is most important in my opinion, they’re so fucking good at squirming! Almost every avian I’ve met seems to believe they’re entitled to a long, happy life of many decades, so of course they completely lose their composure when my jaws close in on their heads. They’ll kick, they’ll paw, they’ll scream, they’ll beg, and they’ll cry, but they can’t convince me to give up a good, filling meal. Sometimes, I’ll get bored of them and belch out all of their air so they drown in gastric acids, or I’ll flex or push my stomach until their bones snap like pretzel sticks. Horrible, even I’ll admit, but oh so satisfying.
Honestly, it could just be my feline nature that compels me to want to devour cute bird guys, but I those are my more personal motives. Hope that answers your question. Now, here’s a question for you, bluebird. When the time comes for you to be shit out, do you want to be laid to rest in my toilet, in a trash bag, or just some shitty patch of dirt in the middle of nowhere?
((GOOD REPLY BTW. Trash bag disposal mention is a good touch))
You know what? You’re going in a trash bag. A clear one, so everyone sees what you amounted to.
(Thanks! Took a long time to think of a good response for your post~)