Next time you're in the O.R., grab a bone saw and hack out the
patient's heart from his chest cavity -- don't be dainty, get RIGHT
IN THERE with the saw like you're the top meat cutter at Oscar
Mayer, like it's an everday thing for you.  Raise the still quivering
chunk of flesh to the sky, loudly chant some sort of Mayan
gibberish, then devour it.  Sink your teeth into that nice,
yellow and purple right atrium like it's a goddamned slice
of Chicago style deep dish pizza and RIP OUT A CHUNK!

Then go for the lower intestine.  Grab a handful of
duodenum and run for the door, laughing like a
lunatic, trailing 18 feet of god's own guts behind you.

Everyone will dig it.