meaty heft

Here, take this. Go on. What is it, you say? Why, that's me, of course. A piece of me. A part of my flesh and blood, to be brutally frank. It weighs in at around a pound. Feel the meaty heft of it. Go on. Thaaaat's it, get it while it's hot, and still a tad fresh. Shit, man, it ain't fresh, it hasn't been for years; but you get my drift. A term of phrase and all that. Anyways, there's still a few lumps left of me to go round, so spread the word. While I have this knife. You know what they say - when it's gone, it's gone. And it is nearly gone.