I worked with some vegetarian dude in the late 90's...every day I would make it a point to pick up some kind of carry out animal flesh...chicken, pork, beef whatever. I'd sit right next to him and knaw at it like a wild animal an chew with my mouth wide open. My favorite two things to do was have beef blood dripping down my chin, and snap chicken bones in my back teeth.
Kind of sick, but the dude was an asshole about his vegetarianess...he deserved it. He was afraid of me...and that made me feel good.