Sweet Wet Meat
A human in a suit stands over a prisoner who is restrained in a chair. He's bent nearly in half so as to look down slightly into the demon's eyes.
The demon's grin is probably the most obscene and disgusting thing to be seen in the entire universe. It's not so much the sight, but more of a feeling that arrives in the deepest depths of one's own soul. The skin around its mouth is nothing more than desecated and decaying flesh, like a corpse that had been smoked like a fish.
The lips part and issues forth a rancid chuckle, "It's already over, maggot! We've already won! Now all that is left is to fillet all the meat from the bones! And your kind is the meat!" A dry, sickly tongue snakes out and around his lips, "And devour the flesh. The sweet, sweet wet meat!"
The human's fist shoots around and slaps into the side of the other's skull.
Spittle flies from his mouth as he replies with rage, "There's just one little flaw in your plan!"
It's laugh this time sounds like the cackling of the truly insane, "Oh , really? And what's that?"
"We will not comply!"