Hunter, I'm laid out on the forest floor, arrows in my back and sides, down among the leaves and stones. You can wear my skin as armor, you can eat my flesh and bones. Leave nothing that is needed, all I have is yours.
And as they circle the room, and as they circle the room, room, room, room. And as they circle the floor, one just wants it more. Well, they don't want, anymore.
The look on your face when I first connect the line for the very first time. My words come slowly to mind, 'is anybody there?', all trembling and scared. Replies then come fainter than air.