“Hello, my name is Bob.”
“Hi Bob!” the group chorused back at him.
Bob took a dirty talon and pushed his spiky bangs away from his third eye and nervously continued, “It’s been three months and eleven days since I last ate a human child, but last night, I fell off the wagon.”
“It’s going to happen, Bob,” Matrice said as she pushed her hat further back on her scraggly head. “They’re just too delicious and tempting.”
“What happened, Bob?” asked Bert, the group moderator.
Bob sighed and said, “It was the damned toes. She hung them over the bed.”