The real answer is that if they have the tech to cross interstellar distances, they can probably just lab grow human meat or even full grown humans.

Perhaps, though, the fear is part of the experience?

But then what will I gnaw on like a beaver in order to collect the final, crispy fragments?

The equivalent is probably somebody who went down the TikTok Star -> Onlyfans path.

The average person does not have 73 names, that was a statistical error. John … McNamee, CEO of names, is an outlier and should not have been counted.

An 8th century peasant probably wouldn’t immediately call you a witch, and even if they did, they probably wouldn’t execute you for it, so long as nothing suspicious happens afterwards. So long as you don’t literally show up in your Time Machine in the middle of the day directly in front of them, you’ll be fine. Keep a low profile and people will write a lot of things off as exotic goods. You could just say these are a candy from somewhere far away and they would have no way of knowing.

See: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aSdFrPnlRg

Extremely understandable. I just have turbo autism and a frankly embarrassing playtime in OSRS 😭

Also, I can’t believe you would point out to me that the quest is two decades old. In a single moment I straight up withered away into dust

I believe you may be thinking of My Arm from the quests “My Arm’s Big Adventure” and “Making Friends With My Arm”, unless I’m forgetting about a troll named My Finger.

There’s a kid named finger joke there somewhere, I just know it.

The perfection of my ass could only be crafted by autistic hyperfixation. This is known.