“Doc, are you going to kill me?”
“Whaaat? No.”
“But I can't seem to move, and these
animals aren't moving, and you gave me those pills when I came in
here, so it looks like you've drugged us all? And I see some knives
on your desk.”
“Let me ask you a question – out of
the living things in this room, if you had to choose one to die,
which would you choose?”
“Uhh...”
“And it can't be me.”
“Wha...”
“And you have to eat it. It dies, it
gets cooked up, then you eat it.”
“Only one of them?”
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