Bloody copper and iron... that's all the squidhead's use. You tug the dangling fur on your scarlet face while you rummage through the scrap pile. Wait! What is this?... You pull at the end a short broken wooden shaft and find a beautiful engraved opal the size of your fist! They must have been busy to miss this little treasure.
A thought strikes you and suddenly the precious stone becomes a fleshy bone. Instead of the giant scintillating opal expertly mounted on the tip of a broken ash staff, you can almost clearly see, in your mind's eye, a salted turkey drumstick, with bits of yummy meat clinging to the bone.
That'll taste right nice that will... you think to yourself 'out loud' in a wild bid to throw your mind reading captors off the scent. Might as well have a snack before I get back to work...
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