The impeccably dressed foursome stood behind the two-way mirror, salivating at the scene unfolding before them.
The genetically engineered specimen had just been wheeled in on a large gurney. They grinned as two androids struggled to shift the body into the industrial-grade caramelization chamber. It landed with a tantalizing grunt.
As candles flickered, they watched greedily as multiple coats of edible sunscreen were applied generously to the victim’s supple skin.
They nodded in approval as the techs replaced all twelve bulbs with rare high-powered alternatives before exiting the space.
Crispy on the outside, juicy on the inside.
Exactly as ordered.
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