There was a market for everything, and the principle of supply and demand meant that some tables required the most tender of flesh. It was a particular taste, indulged in by the very few and the very old - a leftover from the past when stealing children was an accepted practice, hobby or habit, or sometimes a matter of survival. Back in the once-upon-a-time, children were both less guarded and more numerous in a lot of families, and with so many mouths to feed, sometimes parents weren't too worried if a couple were sold, or went missing. The rich Weyrd who bought those children always promised they'd have far better lives serving as footmen/valets/maids/what-have-you. It was the "what-have-you" that parents never thought too much about.
In these modern times, that was precisely the kind of conduct the Council had forbidden in the interests of communal safety. Even so, small factions - very private parties, those Weyrd who really didn't like giving up what they considered their right - still wanted to indulge, albeit in secret, and someone had to acquire and dress that flesh.
My father: Kinderfresser. Child-eater. Butcher to the Weyrd.
In these modern times, that was precisely the kind of conduct the Council had forbidden in the interests of communal safety. Even so, small factions - very private parties, those Weyrd who really didn't like giving up what they considered their right - still wanted to indulge, albeit in secret, and someone had to acquire and dress that flesh.
My father: Kinderfresser. Child-eater. Butcher to the Weyrd.
— Vigil, by Angela Slatter
This disgusting aberration
Of nature needs no motivation
To devour helpless children in their beds.
Relishing despairing moans,
It chews up kids and sucks their bones,
And dissolves inside its mouth their li'l heads!
Of nature needs no motivation
To devour helpless children in their beds.
Relishing despairing moans,
It chews up kids and sucks their bones,
And dissolves inside its mouth their li'l heads!
— The Essential Calvin and Hobbes, "A Nauseous Nocturne"
"They are eating CHILDREN! Fucking CHILDREN!"
— Carl, Sausage Party
"The younger the meat, the purer the power, mortal."
"You know, I've always wanted a child. And now I think I'll have one on toast!"
—Winifred Sanderson, Hocus Pocus
"Keep running, little one. I love fast food!"
—Mr. Mortman, Goosebumps (1995), episode "The Girl Who Cried Monster"
"Bring me more children; I'm still hungry!"
—The Great Witch of the Woods, Hansel & Gretel: Warriors of Witchcraft
"A children's performer? I thought children were only for eating!"
—Beefcake The Mighty, The Animated Tales of GWAR.
Bluey: Oh, I know! Unicorse, what's your favourite food?
[Unicorse gets very close to Bluey's face]
Unicorse (whispering): Children....
Bluey: Oh...?
[Unicorse gets very close to Bluey's face]
Unicorse (whispering): Children....
Bluey: Oh...?
— Unicorse, Bluey
"My fat ass husband Barney the Triple Testical Dildosaur has been arrested and sent to jail. He was accused of eating several children after visiting a orphanage, despite the fact that one, he has cut children from his diet."
Hot Shot: Hey, you! What did you do with the kids?
Demolishor: I ate them. And they were quite tasty, too.
Demolishor: I ate them. And they were quite tasty, too.
— Transformers: Armada, "Palace"
Harold: So, I suppose any grandchildren I could expect from you would be—
Shrek: Ogres, yes!
Lillian: Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Right, Harold?
Harold: Oh, no! No! Of course not! That is, assuming you don't EAT your own YOUNG!
Shrek: Ogres, yes!
Lillian: Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Right, Harold?
Harold: Oh, no! No! Of course not! That is, assuming you don't EAT your own YOUNG!
— Shrek 2
