Sheepeater Cliff Squad F, for fuck's sake! Stop playing Bejeweled!

Wickett had barely managed to dig into his meal before another person was interrupting him. Perhaps less annoying than the bird, but it didn’t make him want to bite them any less. The young man gave the woman a mulish look, chewing on a piece of meat from the sheep’s leg held beneath one leg.

…no. I didn’t. I just wanted this damn leg and the stupid fucking bird wanted it too. Wickett grouched, tearing off another strip of sheep to chew on angrily.