When great ******* dance, righteous white people cower before the death chant of Zulus  I'm hungry for lamb. Have you a lamb that I may immediately eat? I have pink, new-born lamb innards stewed in ewe juices from the Greek Isle of Crete, thin infant ribs on a tin baking sheet, blanched teeny kid feet & embryonical, scrotal sac nuts salted lightly as a post-dinner treat.