One Last Meal

And cold this morning,

warming up a bit this afternoon.

Killing at least 49 soldiers and 13 civilians.

That hasn't stopped a small group

of death penalty protestors from Central Missouri University

of death penalty protestors from Central Missouri University

down there at the prison this morning.

See, tonight marks the execution

of serial killer Otis Boyle.

They're protesting that

and, well, pretty much everything else about that place.

They say the conditions inside

are disgusting, terrifying, quote, inhumane.

Let me ask you this, do these monsters deserve any better,

and does somebody who killed 26 people that we know of

deserve better than his own murderous medicine?

If you ask me, they should find a way

to kill the bastard twice.

Karma kills, karma kills, karma kills,

karma kills, karma kills,

karma kills, karma kills, karma kills,

karma kills, karma kills, karma kills!

Welcome back, York.

How was your little mandatory vacation?

Good, warden, good.

I got a lot of work done on myself.

You still seem a little angry to me, York.

You sure you're managing?

I'm kidding.

You know if it was up to me, you wouldn't be taking

any froufrou classes, but we got to follow policy.

Without it, we're lost.

Well, I'm just glad to do whatever it takes

to keep this job, it's my life, sir.

We've all wanted to knock Boyle's teeth in.

Today we get to do something even worse to him, legally.

Hi, Captain York. Good to see you again.

Otis Boyle, the I-55 slasher, the Midwest Manson,

the Great Plains Gravedigger.

Today's your day.

Now, the honorable tradition of a civil execution

in the great state of Missouri,

you are entitled to a last meal,

a human grace we extend

to separate ourselves from the beasts.

Have you decided on a last meal, Boyle?

Yes, sir, I have.

And what'll it be, Boyle?

Human flesh, sir.

You're going to laugh at a man's last request?

Not very civil.

Come off it, Boyle, be serious.

I am. I've made my choice.

Then make a different choice, goddammit! Sorry.

Are you really going to be the warden that breaks

with centuries of tradition in this great prison?

You aren't actually considering this, are you, sir?

We are officially behind schedule.

What?

You don't think I can tell the difference

between the flesh of a human and a fucking dirty animal?

Warden, let's not entertain this for another second.

Boyle clearly has chosen to forego his final meal.

We give inmates their meal of choice.

It's policy, tradition! It's civil!