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The Curse of the Boyfriend Sweater

“Consumption of troll liver is linked to a number of rare, incurable, and fatal diseases which infect and afflict the think pan and smooth muscle tissue, leading to slow, agonizing death.”

The tape measure wraps around a gray bicep, then slips away to hug Karkat’s chest.

“Cool story.”

“Prolapsed waste chutes and internal bleeding are not uncommon, although you’re more likely to die from heart failure or an aneurysm after a short bout of complete memory loss and insanity.”

“So a Prion disease.” The waist, now. My hands linger. “Humans get those from eating brains, but the liver is considered a delicacy by the more refined cannibals.”

“That’s why I’m warning you.”

“I’m not going to eat you, Karkat. That’s some Silence of the Lambs shit. I hated that movie.”

“I know.”

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