"Yes. Yes, I do." John, used to his jokes never landing when he's on worlds that are basically stuck in the medieval times or the renaissance, is used to this kind of reaction.

Somehow it's a lot more disconcerting right now, though.

"My dumb little jokes stop me from screaming, pretty much, yeah." And that's a bit of honesty right there. He's terrified. This whole thing is terrifying and he hates himself, hates himself for being the kind of person that would do this. But he has to survive. And the only way he's going to survive is if he eats.

He takes the strip of flesh and tries to eat it as fast as he can, wincing.

The screaming is on the inside, where it counts.