Hhhh... well obviously that's never going to happen and my cuteness will keep me safe forever but if it DID happen well...

...Roughly. Tight, compact, bonebreaking. Gross, gorey bunny meatball before that final adrenaline fueled panic spurt.

Cooked, well it's right in the name. A red wine and pepper sauce!
Raw uhhhhhhhhh probably something sweet to offset the salty so like, chocolate or caramel or oooh a blueberry reduction?? >////> Not that I tasted myself to try and figure that out. Nope.