Well, listen up, sonny Jim. I ate a baby! Oh, aye! Baby, the other, other white meat! Baby, it's what's for dinner!
Ryujiro: Heh. So, what're you in here for?
Firo: Huh? Oh, uh. I messed some people up bad.
Ryujiro: "That's not what I'm talking about, buddy," the man said, chuckling. "That's not it at all."
Ryujiro: "What I mean is, what happened after that? You had to have done something after that to get yourself a ticket here."
Firo: Oh, uh. I messed some guards up bad, too.
Firo:What, you don't believe me? You don't think I could do it?
Ryujiro: Hah! You too, eh? Yeah, I get whatcha mean. You're in here for the same thing as me.
Firo:... You too?
Ryujiro: Yup. Well, in my case, there was this guard who pissed me off, so I gave his neck a little chomp. You understand, right?
Ryujiro: Heheh! Hey, ever heard of odorigui? It's this way of eating the Japanese have—you bite down on your food while it's still alive and moving. The feeling of something live squirming against your tongue, against your teeth as you bite down... It just all comes together with the salty taste of blood and makes it so incredible!
Firo: Yeah, okay. I think I've heard enough.
Ryujiro: Whoa, whoa, hear me out here. I mean, I think about it right now and... Damn, that feeling! That tearing sensation as my teeth snag against skin! The taste of iron flooding into my mouth! The sound of the guard screaming and the pain of the clubs hitting my head making the perfect seasoning... Delicious! It was so great I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!
—Baccano!! 1934 - Alice in Jails
My Soylent Green came out lumpy.
— Pam, Brewster Rockit Space Guy
This one was a good one. Very nice to kill.
Easy to cut with my knife, like to cut food.
— My secret note #4, Cry of Fear
Devour your enemies!
There is no other way to survive. You cannot escape your hunger, Warriors of Purgatory!
— Angel , Digital Devil Saga
You will become sushi
— Simon, Durarara!!
Cannibalism. Imagine that: chowing down on another human being. You gotta be all out of beef jerky, man. You gotta be really fucking hungry. But it happens, doesn't it? Still happens to this day. A bunch of people stranded in the wilderness run out of pop tarts, gotta eat something... Might as well be Steve! And by the way, how do you decide who to eat first? How do you decide who's first on the barbecue rack? Do you pick on the little guy because he's skinny and he can't fight back, or do you all gang up on the bodybuilder because he's got a lot of steaks and chops on him?
— George Carlin, "Extreme Human Behavior"
Have you eaten people?
Is it true what they say? Does it taste like pork?
I do not know; I am a Muslim.
— Phil Ashby and unnamed Rebel, Locked Up Abroad: Sierra Leone
"You Are What You Eat!" proclaimed an ad for Soylent Green.
— Plan 7 of 9 from Outer Space
You don't understand... I've seen it. I've seen it happening. The ocean is dying, the plankton is dying¦ It's people! Soylent Green is made out of people. They're making our food out of people. Soon, they'll be breeding us like cattle for food! You gotta tell 'em! Listen to me, Hatcher! You gotta tell 'em SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE! We gotta stop them! Somehow! Listen! Listen to me... PLEASE!!!
— Robert Thorn, Soylent Green
For what's that sound of the world out there?
That crunching noise that's pervading the air?
It's man devouring man, my dear —
And who are we to deny it in here?
— Sweeney Todd, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
Boy Pie might be better than Bird Pie. More meat and not so many tiny little bones!
— Mr. Twit, The Twits
"There is a meat sweeter than the most cornfed livestock. Most of you have tasted it. All of you have coveted it."
— Mortimer, Fallout: New Vegas
"Here the carnivorous banquet begins. These are giant, carnivorous organisms who trick men who wander into the forest with their innocent looks, then reveal their true motive to trap and devour their prey. As a result, I have decided to name these organisms 'Traptrix.'"
—Unnamed Biologist, Yu-Gi-Oh! Master Guide 4
He took up with a band of mutie marauders who had a rather more liberal attitude to norms than most — that is, they accepted him, instead of slow-roasting him over a fire and eating him.
"Aren't you the chap that I found boiling down some rebel skulls in Bikili last year?" I asked.
He fidgeted nervously.
"Well, beat it, my boy. I don't want your type in my unit."
"But sir, I promise you I've given it up!"
— Congo Mercenary by Mike Hoare