"Tu-Kila-Kila has feasted his fill for this evening.

Your god is full; his heart is happy.

I have eaten human flesh; I have drunk of the juice of the kava.

Am I not a great deity?
Can I not do as I will?
I frown, and the heavens thunder; I gnash my teeth, and the earth trembles.

What is it to me if fresh victims come, or if they come not?
Can I not make with a nod as many as I will of them ?" He took up two fresh finger-bones, clean gnawed of their flesh, and knocked them together in a wild tune, carelessly.