Two hours later, under the soft candlelight, a mouthwatering aroma filled the air.
On the enormous dining table, rare delicacies were served like a flowing river, disappearing into Zim's bottomless maw, with only the broken bones and sparse grease left beneath the table.
Underneath the grates, the beasts reared in the darkness fought fiercely, tearing at each other's flesh and the grease that dripped from above, offering an invigorating spectacle for the dining master.
Or, perhaps, once appetites were stirred, they would become the next appetizing feast.
After this dinner, as Zim enjoyed dessert and the service of his harem, he finally found a moment amid his busy schedule to glance at the Minotaur Samurai standing at the steps below the palace.
"What is He Di doing?"
"He's keeping to himself and hasn't made any moves besides his routine daily surveillance."
