“Did I stutter?” Handy said. “I said I am going to fucking eat you.” Handy took a step forward, snarling, blood running over his teeth from his nose. “I am going to cleave that head from your shoulders and mount your skull above my doorway. I will ground your bones to dust and drink it with my tea. Your meat which I don’t find satisfying shall be tenderised and made into mince to be sold as chicken feed. Your hooves shall be broken down and made into adhesive to repair the shoes I walk upon, and your skin will be made into my new belt.” He kept walking threateningly towards the bull, who just looked at the human stunned for a moment before he burst out laughing.