A Delectable Dinner.

"Attention everyone?" 

The rustling and soft conversations fell to a discomforting silence. A flat pool of blood waiting for something to bring forth a ripple. 

"Our first course." 

Three servants dressed in white emerged like fish from the kitchen. Each one placing an ivory plate in front of each guest, thirteen in all. 

"What we are eating tonight is a symbol of our victory. A celebration. Tonight we dine on Mr. Larkson, the chief leader of the rebels opposing us. The dish is lung in a red wine sauce with wild mushrooms. You will find the dish absolutely sinful".