[Lucille watches the knife slice through the liver as though she’s watching someone cut a slice of cake.]

Appropriate, yes. Creative, too, but also rather vile.

[It doesn’t stop her from taking another knife, which she uses to cleanly cut through a stomach. She’s cutting it into smaller slices, stabbing and slicing it several times before placing a piece on her place. She barely flinches the entire time.]

I should hate to be the poor soul who’s obligated to clean this up afterward.

[Then she points to the pieces she’s just cut up with the bloodied knife.]

Would you like a piece of this one as well?