"Well, I'm sure on your photo shoots you've heard someone call 'cut'..." He pressed the cutter down, and drove it across her body near to far side. She could feel the cold metal pressing into her, separating her, and a pulling apart as he completed his cut.<br/><br/>He paused. "No, wait, that's movies... darn, and it was such a good dreadful pun too!"<br/><br/>He placed his cutter on one side of her, and drew it across slowly, quartering her, and then did two more diagonal cuts, producing eight pieces. He put the cutter down, picked a wedge of Zemma garlic bread up, one of the nearest two that contained most of her breast and part of her head. He squirted barbeque sauce on the tip and sniffed. "Oh, you're going to be delicious."<br/><br/>He took a big bite from the tip, and chewed slowly.