Go to the Buffet
You walk in to the buffet, feeling the lights glaring hotly. Tables are set up all around you. You glance around, and see that the other people are eating pink lumpy bits . . . you swallow. “Excuse me,” you speak up, lumbering towards the hostess. “Is that really brains?”
She smirks, “Yes. And I think we have found our next meal.”
END
You walk in to the buffet, feeling the lights glaring hotly. Tables are set up all around you. You glance around, and see that the other people are eating pink lumpy bits . . . you swallow. “Excuse me,” you speak up, lumbering towards the hostess. “Is that really brains?”
She smirks, “Yes. And I think we have found our next meal.”
END