
Ghost ignored the water and kneeled down in front of what was supposed to be bacon. Muttering to himself about a pitiful excuse for food, he grabbed the hot skillet and tossed the scraps over his shoulder. After a moment of rummaging in his bag he pulled out a small paper wrapped parcel, which he slowly opened to reveal a large chunk of slab bacon. Which Ghost reverently sliced and placed on the skillet.
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.