When the bunch of strangers I have been trapped with in a eerily empty beacon of bloated materialist western culture are trying to figure out exactly what kind of monster has been stalking us, I want to be the guy who screams ”but who are the real monsters? IT’S US! INEVITABLY IT IS US! AWWWWW!” before I run into the street and get eaten by the 50 foot half shark/half winged rat with diamond shards for teeth and limited psychic powers.


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