I am a sculptor of human flesh. No, I do not do this for my own pleasure, I do this for the Worm. The Worm craves these twisted idols. The Worm demands it. Who am I to question the Worm?

Would you deny the Worm what the Worm is owed?

Before you get judgmental they were just laying there, decomposing in the woods after telling me they didn't want to join the hive mind. It's not like it was purely of a desire for human flesh.

The worm can fix me.

Hail the gusano