“You think we are that funny?”
“Ah!”
“Dolphins taste good. Not as good as whales, but they are equally sweet.”
“But we don’t eat the dolphins, Dyvan. They are inedible.”
“Why not?” he replied and pulled the blanket tighter around my body. He leaned close enough for our noses to brush against each other. “If they are living things, they’re all edible.”
“...”
“You too. If you don’t follow orders, be careful of being eaten...like the others.” My mouth gaped open in disbelief at the threat. What did he think he was to make a threat as though he could eat human flesh? If he really did that, I would report him for sure, because what he did was not what normal people would do. He could turn into a murderer or a creepy psychopath.
That would definitely not be good. I felt like I was in danger.