*SPLURCH**SPLURCH**SPLURCH**SPLURCH**SPLURCH*Dark red, still a little warm...
terrible-smelling, they need to be told apart somehow.
Such as with a taste test.*SPLURCH**SPLURCH**SPLURCH**SPLURCH**SPLURCH*My job involves sorting people at a gate, you see.
Mostly distinguishing between humans and oni.But also humans with lots of bad karma
who need to be sent to their appropriate Hells.It's a lot like this sorting we're doing right now.It's not a job you can handle...if you remember every little thing.
Well, well.
So you do remember your job...
Naturally...
The meat of a human who's spent so long building up karmashould be a real delicacy, right?