"I'm cleaning your hell hole of a room so my son doesn't choke."
Behind her is a very young kindred of rot, which spits out a glob of paper. This one is not shaped like anything at all. Instead he just picks it up and throws it at Dung Eater.
"You actually think your fucking bug is more deserving of respect then me?
What the fuck."
The soggy paper sticks to him with a splat.
“It’s not a matter of respect, not that you know what that is, sir. Its a matter of his safety. he eats the hands-” She slaps Geralt’s head lightly as he sneaks forward to try and rip an arm off of a corpse.
“And he chokes on the fingers. Also, I would rather he loose the desire to eat human corpses.”
She starts shoveling all of the refuse and dead bodies into several barrels where she would dump into the lava of Mt. Glemir.
"Choking on corpses builds character. It makes you stronger. You are denying that lad and or laddess the proper education. I've eaten all sorts of corpses and look how I turned out. Why stop your little bug thing from such a tempting fate, eh?"
“You turned out locked in a cage in the sewers and stuck in a room with no way to attack anyone. Not the best future for him. My Geralt is very smart and is an artist.”
Geralt hacks up another wad of paper, this one shaped like a horse. he then picks it up and sets it up on a shelf. For display in the foul smelling room.
"The bug has a better future than me. What the fuck kind of life is this."
He looks at the bug and thinks over something a while.
"Hey. Do one of me."
Geralt looks at him for a moment, before he takes up a few pits of paper and chews them up until it’s a paste, which he manipulates with his mouthparts and tiny antenna hands.
he then hacks it up. It looks like a tiny sitting Dung Eater.
He will never admit it.
But he makes sure the tiny Dung Eater is never touched by anyone.












