I should want to cook Brocktoon a simple meal, but I shouldn't want to cut into him, to tear the flesh, to wear the flesh, to be born unto new worlds where his flesh becomes my key…

It drove both me and my gf nuts when Carl was walking up the stairs during what was supposed to be a food run, and he walked by a box that was clearly labeled "Peanut Butter". Nevermind that it's horrible scavanging, the better question is: who has so much peanut butter that they need to box it up and label the box?