The pleasure Cassius takes in dissecting the beasts is repugnant. A genlock was on the operating table today. The man actually giggled as he put the knife to the monster's chest and black blood pooled from the incision.
"I wonder what sound it'd make if it were still alive," he mused, pulling back the flaps of thick, pale skin.
"I don't know. Gargling?"
If Cassius caught my tone, he ignored it and continued gabbing. "So much muscle. And look at the hands! They're almost twice the size of the feet! Fetch me a jar."
I obeyed, then stood back, covering my mouth to avoid the splatter, as he removed each appendage.
As Cassius dropped the head inside the glass container, I swear I saw the putrid eyes blink. I don't know how much more I can stomach.