Regular Show Meat Your Maker Novels & Stories

"How did it taste, exactly?" "They were the best meat I've ever had in my life," Ryan exclaimed, and all of a sudden, the other farm labourers concurred. "That tasted like perfection, I tell you!" "All of the meat I had previously now tastes stale!" I nodded, watching their reaction. "All right, have a good day," I remarked as I walked inside the carriage. "Monster meat undoubtedly tastes better than regular meat, Wise." "Certainly, Master. Throughout their entire life, the creatures have been infused with potent mana. How could the meat from these animals be the same as the meat from animals with no trace of mana?"

Yes, I know this moon returns on a regular cycle, but there must be a reason why I feel so strange looking at it. "Ladies, who feel like tasting the meat in advance?" calls Peter from a distance. Of course, he knows I will come running first. Within seconds I am in front of him. "Hey, that was fast. I didn't know you were that hungry, Saray," he teases me. "Come, I'll cut a big piece for you. You deserve it". I hold up my plate and he puts on it several pieces of meat that he cuts off from the hanging beast over the fire. I close my eyes in delight as I put a strip in my mouth. The meat is deliciously pickled and tastes excellent. "Hey, what spices did you use? This is great. You might be a

And a bottle of champagne. “What?” She asked when she caught me starting. “Well done, really?” “I'm sorry I'm not a cannibal like you and the rest of America, Scott Dylan.” I scoffed. “Medium rare is so much better. Anyone with half a brain knows that.” “And that's totally fine if that's what you want, but I like my meat actually dead and cooked.” I laughed harder than I had in a while. Mia stared at me, looking almost surprised. “What?” “Nothing.”

She backed away, stomach rolling at the coppery reek. “You’re turning down free food?” He eyed the meat like it was gold. “I don’t eat that. Never have.” He studied her a second longer, then tore into the steak, swallowing chunks so fast she wondered when he’d last been fed. “They starve us,” he said around a mouthful. “Keeps us mean. Makes the show better.” “How many have you…” She couldn’t finish. “Enough,” he said flatly. “They don’t let me finish most of them. Zap me with prods if I take too long. Gotta keep the crowd happy.”

"I told you on Thursday, I'm not doing the whole Shakespeare-actor voice thing today. I got a delivery coming in ten minutes. You want the usual chopped cheese or not?" My heart did a flip. He knows my name. This wasn't just a random merchant hall—this was HER merchant hall! The Brooklyn Sigrun was a regular customer here! "Ah!" I said quickly, plastering a wide, brilliant smile across my face. "Yes! Of course! The... the chopped cheese! Prepared with great haste and precision!" "Right," the merchant grunted, turning back to the hot griddle and slapping a fresh mound of ground meat onto the iron surface. "One chopped cheese. Extra hot sauce, no tomatoes, like always?"

My footsteps hastened as the need to actually get there filled me. I didn't stop walking until I got to the kitchen and found father and daughter tasting beef from a plate. I watched Sean blow out the heat from the chunk of meat in his fork. Mya stood on the stool, leaning against him for support as her eyes followed his every move. I could also tell she was longing to have a taste of that meat and honestly, I didn't blame her. Smiling, I walked into the kitchen. Sean had taken a bite and so did Mya. Once it entered her mouth, she chewed, moaning in approval as she stared at Sean with wide eyes. "It's so good! Mum had never made something as good as this!"

“If I say yes, would you still make me eat the plate?” He smiled. “Yes. Because I would know you were lying.” Laughing, I took the plate from him and took a bite of the meat. It was incredible. There were ribs, some brisket, and chicken. Plus a medley of sides that melded together on plate without any room. I was enjoying people watching and thanking a few of the pack members that came up to congratulate me in between. It seemed like everyone knew that I wasn’t really comfortable being the center of attention.

"What's wrong, Daphne?" "Nothing. Nothing." I felt nervous and uncomfortable. This impulse of passion came out of the blue while I was having a serious conversation with Asher. "How about we have lunch? Are you hungry?" "Don't take me to your weird recommendations. I just want to eat nearby." "How about we have lunch at EatMeat?" EatMeat is a restaurant that serves various steaks with meat from various countries. Horse meat is the most favored menu there. A five-star meat restaurant is nearby. It's in the hotel and mall area. A good choice.

There, she saw long rows of dried meat hanging out in the hallway. "You've got a lot of meat here," Hayley said. A slow smile spread across Wilona's kindly face. "This is Timberfall. We're famous for smoked meats. All of this is old-fashioned jerky, made the traditional way." "I see." Hayley pulled her eyes away from the rows of meat. But Scarlett, who came down behind her, suddenly shuddered. "Ms. Reid, I think I just saw…"

Rayan considered knocking politely, but Scott simply threw the door open wide and ushered Rayan inside, calling out, "I brought a present!" "Welcome! Welcome!" A male voice called out from somewhere in the house, "I'm in the kitchen, your mother's out back finishing up with the grill!" "Grill?" Rayan asked Scott quietly. "Barbeque pork chops," Scott answered. "My mom's a master at grilling."