Muhah- you cant they're all mine!!!

NooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!

Alastor: he rolled his eyes. "That's so stupid. A fake one isn't as good as a real one!! I can't connect to all the nerves!!" He grumbled to himself shaking his head.

Yeeessss!! Eating one right now-

George: “Oh yeah well… er… Sh-Shut up!!” George screeched, shifting nervously as his grip tightened slightly on the pole.

Ariv: Ariv stared at him for a long moment as he stopped. “Alright,” Ariv sighed, shaking his head. “Would the arm of a dead person count or would it be easier to simply take one from a live person?”

Well you at least better love those darn things as much as I would have!! >:/

Alastor: he narrowed his eyes at Ariv. "The cells die rapidly once said person is dead. It's easier if you cut one off a live person. Everything will work better in the long run..." he looked away. "And the arm won't have too much of a chance of rotting..." he shivered crossing his arms over his chest uncomfortably. "I'd rather not have layers of skin just slide of like melted ice on a roof.."

Oh don't worry- they have a wonderful home in my stomach!!

George: “If I could order you what to do…,” George mumbled after a moment, “I would order you to help teach me this pole stuff and to stop flirting with me…!!”

Ariv: “Fine…,” Ariv hissed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before turning abruptly. After walking quickly across the street, Ariv entered a tight alleyway before teleporting them both to the Cabin. “Give me one moment please.”

XD That sounds lovely!!