Feed me some of my cheek. Feel free to ease it into the cut up side of the mouth where the cheek once was. If my teeth have experienced pain induced lockjaw, be sure to use a thin wedge to pry my mouth open. Once pried, you may have to manually simulate chewing by taking hold of my chin and upper lip and then pulling the mouth open and shut. Doing so, notice when the cheek has been satisfactorily chewed and then massage my throat until swallowing occurs.
Feed yourself some of the cheek. Note the gummy resistance and the balanced textures that the different sides of the cheek offer. On the one hand, you have my skin nicely crisped and on the other you have my pink inner flesh, tender and buttery to both the knife and the tongue. I will supervise your ingestion of the cheek. There should be a substantial amount of blood flowing out of my mouth, disregard this, such bleeding is to be expected when severing the cheek. I may have occasion to wince during your meal. This could be due to a number of factors. The consumption of my own cheek may have made me nauseous. In this case, make sure to provide enough space between each other, as in the off chance that I vomit, you will not be splattered upon. It may be due to the severity of my injury. In such a case, a firm pat upon the back will not only encourage me to endure such trauma but may also inspire me to accept the permanence of my deformity, the sham that is regeneration, the justice behind the losing of my cheek, the acceptance of your own mouth's enjoyment in consuming parts of my own, etc.
Little effort or emphasis should be needed to make me understand the uselessness of my own pain or the unimportance of living without my formerly attached cheek. In fact, treat your meal as an opportunity to import upon me the meaning of this new lot in life. To do so you must initiate a nonverbal stance. This stance should convey your own delight with this meal of cheek, the very nourishment you are receiving from my severed me. Establish brutal, unwavering eye contact. Slowly chew a large piece of the cheek. Be sure to maintain a visual correspondence with me. If I appear overcome with the absence of my cheek (ie fainting) then you should simply prod the wounded side of my mouth with either a fork or knife; doing so will certainly jolt me to attention. Having renewed my attention, proceed to visually reinforce what you are eating. Slide chewed up portions of my cheek out of your mouth, as though you were sticking your own tongue out to tease. Lean towards my eyes and noisily chomp down on the cheek, be sure to not swallow right away. Instead, play with the cheek, smack your lips, roll it around in your mouth. If I seem both cognizant and distressed then you are succeeding in your nonverbal correspondence with me. Move to the other senses for further reinforcement. Place your mouth on my nose in the fashion of a suction cup. Breathe into my nose. There is no need to confirm that I am smelling the freshly seared cheek, as long as my eyes are open then I am certainly smelling it. Now the ears. Place your mouth beside either of my ears, perhaps the left as it is closer to the removal site and will aid me in connecting the stimulus with the recent cheek extraction. Chew noisily, mingling the blood of the cheek with your saliva to add a liquid like squelch to every chew. Chew voraciously, getting closer and closer to my ear. If so compelled, feel free to swab my inner ear with either your tongue or a portion of my cheek. Staining my ear with cheek juice or even just your spittle will create a nice streak that once dried will help trigger my memories of this very meal.
By now you will have finished the majority of the meal. Look to me to confirm if I am properly dazed yet mildly aware. Sop up the remaining bits of cheek with your accompanying grains. Pat me once more upon the back. Jolt my mouth hole once more in a sharp and conclusive fashion. Burp. Get up from the table and walk to the nearest bathroom in order to take a nice, rounded shit.