Eric, having been forcibly removed discharged from the hospital after completing the power plant designations, wandered into the meeting area for a break and said to Cog; "Guess what we're all having for dinner for the remainder of our lives?"
"Huh?"
Eric produced his meal, wrapped in quarry bush leaves;
This is a ☼pond turtle roast ♂☼, the ingredients are masturfully minced pond turtle, ♀, masterfully minced pond turtle, ♀, masterfully minced pond turtle, ♂, and masterfully minced pond turtle, ♂.
"There's like a billion of these things up there. Bloody chef went through the effort to inform everyone what gender of turtle each component came from. Didn't even know we had turtles around here, but apparently we didn't have anyone intersted in fishing, either. I usually hate any food that came from water-dwelling organisms, but these are ok, I guess. The other options were ☼crundle tallow bisquits [2]☼ and ☼chopped dingo liver roast [4]☼, with a side of ☼wild strawberry bisquits [5]☼. Guess the hunters have been a little enthusiastic about their jobs. Larder's stocked with meat, and lard. He wants it expanded so the veritable mountain of meat from local wildlife in the butcher's shop doesn't go bad."
"What? Didn't take the ☼crundle tallow bisquits☼? Maybe I should go get some."
"They're nothing but fat. They aren't bisquits, either, just like a big tub of lard from various animals, but the cook once again insists on differentiating between which layer of the barrel came from which species and gender, and insists he minced it. Minced lard, can you believe that? Have to bring your own ladle and bowl, too. We need more bowls and such..."
"Sounds good to me!" With that, Cog ran to the food stockpiles with a ☼large gabbro pot☼, filled it to the brim from the lard barrel, and hauled it off to his room.
There's GOT to be a secret to eating nothing but lard, Eric thought.