It was a cool knife, she picked it up with a fierce grin and then glared at the meat. It's hard to visualise it was anything but a stupid grinning piece of meat. But that's alright.

She hates it anyways. It is something of the train, something she would never have even seen before she came here.

She stabbed it hard. It wasn't that satisfying since it was thin and the table was metal, so she quickly switched to slicing, that was better, cutting lines in the stupid face.

Over and over again.