A Slave's Revenge

You took all my children from me and you whipped me. Your eyes filled with excitement, as I suffered. You shot my son and your wife's true lover. You want me to make you a meal? I will make you a meal, that you shall never forget. A meal that isn't too sweat nor too sour, not too bitter nor too spicy, smells like the fresh roses, and taste like honey dew. Enjoy your meal, sir. I will a sure you, that this meal shall be like your last.