Laurence is having the best day of his life. His wife prepared his favorite breakfast, his kids brought him Father’s Day cards and he got a raise at work. As he brushes his teeth and prepares for bed, his toothbrush disappears, his hand disappears, and the sink disappears; bit by bit everything around him disappears until all he sees is a monster.
Laurence: Aaaah!
Bob: Sssshhh. Please quiet down. You don’t want to wake the others.
Laurence looks out on a field of people just like him.
Laurence: Where am I?
Bob: Where you’ve always been.
Laurence: Are you monsters?
Bob: Monsters? Ha ha ha. Are we monsters, Charlie?
Charlie: I do believe we are, Bob.
Bob: It’s fascinating how you ask the same questions every time.
Laurence: Every time? Wait! Where are my arms? My legs! What are you doing to me?
Bob: What are we doing to you? Why, we’re eating you of course. We are monsters.
Charlie: You taste delicious by the way.
Bob: I’ll bet that’s not something you knew about yourself. Now what day would you like to live next? I’ll let you choose.
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