You and your friends are megawealthy and you all were flying in a private jet when you crashed into a mountain. Your buddy Sam died in the crash and now you’re all eating him.
“Sam’s gross,” your buddy Martin says while chewing some of Sam’s thigh meat.
“Ew, I hate Sam,” your buddy Leo says, attempting to swallow a hunk of Sam’s ass.
“I personally will refrain from criticizing how Sam tastes, and instead sit in thanks to him for the meat he is providing us,” you say. “You’re saving our lives Sam. Thank you.”
That makes everyone feel bad, until you take a bite of Sam’s calf and you throw up all over the fire. With the fire out, you’re all gonna die out there.
Happy Sam’s Gross Day!