Was that a soliloquy? I think that was. Or a monologue.

Hungry Myron, the little boy who used the components of his dinner as figurines in his (k)nightly role-playing which usually ended with all foes defeated and consumed.

"The Moors are perfect! We can graze sheep and sell wool. We can build a manor over there, and the best thing is, no vampire would ever come looking for us out there."