"The Demon Who Successfully Stole a Fresh Baby But Doesn’t Know How to Cook it And Refuses To Call His Dad and Ask For Help"
Grgrznyk the Demon was finally going to shove it in his dad’s stupid face.
His dad always teased him, taunted him, telling him that he wasn’t Demon enough to kidnap a baby from a crying mother’s desperate clutches— and even if he DID somehow luck into a living baby, he wouldn’t know the first thing to do with it. Young Demons of today are SOFT!
Well, dammit, Grgrznyk was gonna show his dad what’s what… now, he might not have ripped the baby from a mother’s loving embrace because it seemed overly harsh (opting instead to delicately snag it from its crib), but he got the baby all the same so what does it matter? Now he just needs to cook it, and… uh…
Crap. Grgrznyk realizes he has no idea how to cook the baby. DAMMIT.
And there’s NO WAY he’s gonna call his dad and ask for help… he’d never hear the end of it!
Maybe he’s supposed to boil it? It seems like it might work, but he also remembers the baby he ate as a kid having a crispy skin… it wouldn’t be crispy if he boiled it…or… maybe it would? Does he take the pajamas off? You’re not supposed to eat that, right? Or…? And what about the diaper?
It is kinda weird to have to kill and cook it yourself… seems so simple when he’s eating a juicy slice of baby meat off his dinner plate. What the heck is he supposed to do first?!
Nothing frustrates Grgrznyk more than proving his dad right, and he’ll be damned if he’s gonna let that happen.
But… this baby sure is pretty cute when it’s alive, though… sitting there giggling all precious like…
Originally Posted 12/5/2011