without a rustic spoon + aya

"Only proportionate to this," he’d repeat scornfully, ”we’re talkin’ ‘bout me goin’ out and collectin’ body parts fo’ ya, aren’t we?” Aya’s favour would definitely be useful if it could be to the extent of this. Speaking that final sentence just there forced Leroy to realize how impulsive this decision was. The canine was going to go into the world, find fresh entrails and body parts, those of which he would give to Aya. Sounds like fun, for a madman. Imaginably, this could very well be a test of loyalty - or a test of how strong his stomach really was. ”Sounds like we’ve got somethin’ goin’ now. Jus’ one question befo’e I do anythin’: wha’re ya buildin’?”