After staying out 'til 6 in the morning, I arrived home, only to be walking into a hungry dog farm wearing meat pants! I had to sustain the third degree for three hours as to where I'd been by my ever-so-trustful ball and chain.
The process of night walking (usually around the house) having a desire to eat meat in case of vegeterians who secretly can't resist the temptation and surprisingly find themselves in front of a fridge in the middle of a night.
- Why is there no meat pie in the fridge, honey?
- I think it's your little cousin.
- But he's a vegeterian!
- I heard him meatwalking arounf the kitchen at 2am. You need to talk to him.
(A dialogue in a family with a vegeterian relative)