him and lowers his face down to get an angle. It was awkward and he cranes his neck backwards to get his lower jaw into a good position. The smell fills his nostrils and he recoils, heaving as he considers what he is about to do.
Steve: You’re thinking about it too much, just do it… You’ve eaten worse.
He lunges forward and sinks his teeth into the yellow dried out skin and closes his eyes as the salty cold texture hits him, drawing his tongue back inside his throat as much as possible to try to protect his taste buds from being subjected to this madness. He could wash that away, but he’d never get the taste out of his mind.
Moe convulses on the ground suddenly and his eyes open.