Chimera Fields a body moving through space

Whatever image that popped up in your head when you thought of salvation-- well, it wouldn't be Nine Lives. In God's dictionary of all living things, his entry would end with a footnote of see also: asshole. 

The scene was very much reminiscent of a raccoon just about to smother itself in the contents of some poor urban household's trash, except whoever was behind the flashlight was someone even more pathetic than him. Anything more depressing than a vacuum-sealed economy class dish was a vacuum-sealed economy class dish that had to be shared.

Oi. Stop grovelin', will ya? C'mere. Nine huffs, his voice heavy with the implication of hurry up before I change my mind. So what'll it be? Legs or arms? Myself, I enjoy the thigh meat. It's softer. He wipes the drool from his mouth, twitching with impatience.