You might have not meant it as a threat, but that's how those kinds of warnings sound to people that didn't do anything to deserve them besides exist.

I don't really care about people's biases. It's not my job to comfort them, it's their job to get the hell over them.

[But at least there's an acknowledgment that, yes, it sucks.]

I will at least say usually at home I just eat the brain of feral zombie when I feel a craving. I can resist cravings but they're a little like being on a diet and smelling a bakery, they're not going to drive me literally insane. Just makes me cranky. And the train, apparently, is providing for me. One brain can last me a while if I ration it out.

In this case, going to make some cookies [bizkits, specifically], pop those in the fridge, should keep me going for the rest of the month easy.