Where am I? I can remember... something.
I stop shovelling stuff mechanically into my mouth and look around. I'm standing at a plastic trough with a crowd of other... Other what? Why can't I think properly?
What's happening? The trough is half full of a grey/pink goop. In the poor light I can make out hundreds of dim figures all around me packing handfuls of the goop into their mouths. There's something strange about them, but it's too dark to see properly. The room echoes with barely understandable groans.
I can feel something. I'm... I'm hungry. I tentatively pick up a handful of goop from the trough in front of me and lift it to my lips. I can't move properly and it isn't easy. Why do I think this should be easy? It smells delicious. I can't stop myself from smearing it crudely into and around my mouth. Goop drips onto the floor. The taste overwhelms me and I grope desperately for more. I hear another, more distinct sound, it's me.
"Brains!"
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