You don't eat the present security force, he who regularly keeps Mmario supplied with Chef Michael Rodebeaudachaux's Cajun spices and the rest of us in free Louisiana music from his tail-gator draggin' wagon and has done us some good turns in the past. He's all that stands between you (and US) and Nurse Ratched and maybe that mere laddie bloody Vladdie, as well. Besides, he's a personal friend. You don't see me ordering up your prescious Raven-kitty to be stir fried in the wok, do you? You're no better than Ratched herself and her craving for calomari.
I'd always thought better of you than that, Liz.....
Let me go back to some mellow-Jell-o healing here in the pit to restore my usual good spirits.......
......I suppose if he were to come out on the wrong end of a tussle with Nurse Ratched, you could call for a proper cremation in cream sauce without much opposition.