"...of course we're gonna tell them she passed away peacefully and pain free! Don't be an idiot kid. Only freaks and weirdos will eat here if we told everyone how we acquired and prepared our meals. Plus they'll probably want to watch and take pictures and jack off, yada yada yada. Just stick to the script and don't slip up or you'll be served for brunch with a pineapple glaze!" said the chef to one of the new servers who was asking way too many questions. The otter was wheeled out onto one of the VIP rooms where her legs were served earlier as an appetizer diced up in a soup and salad for the table. At the time of her capture a curious onlooker got a little too close to the staff and found his way to the kitchen where he was quickly turned into hamburger and sausage meat. The chef did see potential with his penis and made a side dish to compliment the high priced otter girl with a sappy story about it belonging to her boyfriend who happily gifted himself to the restaurant along with her, passing away in a pain-free and totally willing way.

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