cannibal soul.

First, don't become a cannibal.

In life, Carmona was a cannibal.

What's up with that cannibal of yours?

Cannibal soul vs. crazy dog monster soul.

Even though he was a crazyassed convicted cannibal.

Then my cousin Hannibal ate the chauffeur, the cannibal

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

I gotta say, cannibal soul, scariest soul we've ever captured.

Cannibal soul vs. fire soul, fire soul wins every time.

Oh, well. Better a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

Why didn't you tell me I was sleeping with a cannibal?

And cannibal soul wouldn't eat the dog, 'cause it's a dog, obviously,

A good friend of mine, who is a cannibal, told me it was delicious.

Ever tell you the one about the missionary, the cannibal and the chorus girl?

Picture a cannibal, human teeth sinking into human skin, human flesh roasting over a fire.

Odd. Many is the Christian wishes he was a dark man on a cannibal isle.

But, you know, get them in a cage match, cannibal soul gets in close, face is gone.

Stop your grinning, shouted I, and why didn't you tell me that that infernal harpooneer was a cannibal?

Saturday night clean into the holy Sabbath, engaged in such a cannibal business as selling the heads of dead idolators?

The next moment the light was extinguished, and this wild cannibal, tomahawk between his teeth, sprang into bed with me.

I stood looking at him a moment. For all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely looking cannibal.

A pretty pickle, truly, thought I abed here in a strange house in the broad day, with a cannibal and a tomahawk!

You shuddered as you gazed, and wondered what monstrous cannibal and savage could ever have gone a death harvesting with such a hacking, horrifying implement.

Speak e! tell ee me who ee be, or dam me, I kill e! again growled the cannibal, while his horrid flourishings of the tomahawk scattered the hot tobacco ashes about me till I thought my linen would get on fire.

Just about any woman who was not born into privilege, has small children at home, and is not a cannibal or a Satanist would elicit initial roars of approval from women in general, and surely from a group that has been silenced and trivialized for so long.

That made me a different human being than my friends amongst the Kwagiulth who believe that those forests were the abode of Huxwhukw and the Crooked Beak of Heaven and the cannibal spirits that dwelled at the north end of the world, spirits they would have to engage during their Hamatsa initiation.