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Eating from something live is harder but tastier. Cellbit knows this very well– hell, on most days, he still feels like he has sinew between his teeth. What he wouldn't give to go out, hunting, bonafide hunting, take a knife to an arm and cut like churrasco… no. More than just bodies to worry about, in Purgatory– Phil would probably tell him to not risk it.
The next best thing is carrion. Cellbit goes for one of the Charlie corpses; he leans down to take a bite... and his mouth fills with the worst, slimiest, rawest texture imaginable.
Disgusting. Fuck.