The gnome used the husband's own penis as a thing to oil the inside of the pot. He had this spinning brush thing to oil the inside with. Kind of like those things that people use on pvc pipes (that blue stuff).
The concern is in the content of the food itself, not the container. Now I’ll have to be aware of the meat in my soup. It could be lamb, or it could be a family that tried to plan a coup on a murderous gnome.
My blood farm is a good place. Humans get free wifi, food, housing, and amenities. They get to keep everything and live a perfect, free-range lifestyle. The only thing they have to do is pay a monthly blood tax.
I had a disgusting dream too where I committed a morally reprehensible act. It's nsfw I once dreamt I S.A'd a woman who had a car accident on an abandoned road. I felt disgusted with myself after I woke up.